Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier I want to be a celebrity martyr Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang) the hero of the hour Bang bang give me fame Shoot me up to entertain I am a semi-automatic lonely boy You're dead I'm well fed Give me

Estrechar su mano para conocerlo Pa' decirle hello, hello, hello Por qué no te tomas conmigo esa botella Y me diga hello, hello, hello Que tú para provocarme te pones traje Prendemos un habano pa' que te relaje D.J., sube la música, el volumen no lo baje

Depression and obsession don't mix well Hollywood motels Hell, I think I'm just obsessed with you I'm poisoned and my body don't feel well I hate her, it's hard to love how I feel my stomach turning Make out hill, where we met We let our lips do all the

Just gonna get my back Back, back, back, back Just noise, white noise Lately I've been thinking if you wanna get tough Then let's play rough I'm hearing static, you're like an automatic You just wanna keep me on repeat and hear me crying Givin' it

Vou tomar o caminho mais reto Vou seguir direto até onde eu quiser Veja só, veja só Eu podia estar ao seu lado Eu não vou ficar aqui parado Eu 'to indo pra onde haja sol Pois o meu coração é meu lar Se você quiser ir Pode vir já guardei seu lugar

Dale un latigazo! Ella se está buscando el fuetazo! En la pista te voy a dar Yo pal' de azotazos why palmetazos! Toma, toma, toma Dale, mami, vamo'a to'as (Oooh, oooh!) Dale mami vamo'a to'as

They lead a lifetime that is comfortable They travel far to keep their stomachs full They make their living off of arts and crafts They make a deal when they come to town The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart

Blame it on my A-D-D baby Sail, sail, sail Sail, sail, This is how I show my love I made it in my mind because This is how an angel dies Blame it on my own sick pride

Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, They like to push the weak around. Push the weak around, Beyond the Staples Center you can see America, With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace, Peaceful, loving

For the fantasy? Do you live, do you die, do you bleed Automatic, I imagine, I believe In your mind, through your eyes, do you see It's the fantasy? Say it, say it, say that you believe (Automatic, I imagine, I believe) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Say it, say it,