Check my pulse and if I'm dead, you owe me You don't know me Don't you think that I get lonely? It gets dark inside my head If you're lonely Don't you think you're on your own When it gets dark inside your head If I'm dead, you owe me You owe me, you owe

She shot me right down She shot me right away What if I told you Don't leave me alone baby (She shot me right away) I want hold of shotguns and roses Shot me now I'm down oowee I'm alone and I need another round You're like the bullet to my holster

Overpowered by funk, funk out Don't you love our Western ways? If you ain't reggae for it, funk out No-one knocking at your door, funk out It's combatative, repetitive Don't life just funk you out? Asinine, stupefying Can the clone-line dry you out? Part

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

You know I'm not the one Let it heal (heal) And I don't have the heart that you think I do And you give me so much, it's too much to lose Baby, I'm not the one I can't show you my love that you showed to me When it isn't enough, I won't make-believe

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Only you, only you Like I love myself No one's ever touched me like I touch myself No, nobody else Yeah-eh-eh, eh eh eh I don't wanna shower even if I stink 'Cause I don't wanna wash you off, wash you off my skin It's been about an hour

I'm in awe of no one, I'm made for this, teach me what to want I am the hot mic, I pick up asides, of the modern tyrant Laws of the shadows, colors of justice, I don't know what it meant How patriotism is now enough and it's powerful stuff Can we get it

Smokin' in the boys' room 'Cause everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Man, teacher don't you fill me up with your rules I tell you, I was smokin' in the boys' room Whoo, did you ever seem to have one of those days When everyone's on your