Leave your weapon on the table Wrapped in burlap, barely able 'Cause my monsters are real, and they're trained how to kill And there's no comin' back and they just laughed at how I feel And these monsters can fight, and they'll never say die And there's
'Cause now I own you. Hey, ce la vie. Remember me? I made you, dressed And trained you. Hey, it's bitter sweet. You can't kill me with kindness, I don't buy it. Strip down, show me flesh and bone. (Strip Down.)
