You wanted to buy me You said you'd take me To your little car Your friend lived near by He had a house and all Where was i from you said You guessed Yugoslavia For a hundred Euro

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going