You cross that line, boy and there ain't no comin' back I'm a crazy train, son, and you caught up in the tracks You've got me growlin' like a pit bull, brother I'm about to lock my jaws I'm a time bomb tickin' a real live wire Boy a shot in the dark, I'm

So kill me like you used to, love me like you never did Fuck me like I'm never coming back home On the way down to your house And maybe I could die treading water Drowning under moonlight sonata Fuck me like we never gon' see each other again Fuck me

Fuck these backpackers Runnin' this thang, money insane Busy getting brain like Krang What, what's my name in the woods got these niggas usin' Mapquest Alright it's Childish baby, Mr. Talk About His Dick Again Nerdy ass black kid, whatever man, I'm sick

I was busy dreaming 'bout boys Head is spinning thinking 'bout boys I was busy thinking 'bout boys I want 'em all Didn't hit 'em back I'm sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse like Don't be mad, don't be mad at me (no, no, no, no)

I got this feeling that they're gonna break down the door I got this feeling they they're gonna come back for more See I was thinking that I lost my mind But it's been getting to me all this time And it don't stop dragging me down Silently reflection

The kids are back So just remember the Oh, watch out We walk the streets In tattered armies We got the lion in our heart We're not lookin' for trouble Just for some fun But we're all ready if you wanna' start

It's about time! It's about time Don't you waste my time (my time, my time) Turn your clock back Paint it red on black Hey hey hey! You can spend my money It's alright! Turn! (turn! turn! turn! turn!)

We are the ones We get knocked down We get back up, and stand above the crowd We stand above the crowd Is it life or death? We are, we are, we are The life I think about Is so much better than this

I hate to say it but I told you so Told you if you left that you were goin' be miserable Guess he don't do it like me Or else you wouldn't be Runnin' back to the past it was you that left me I hate to say it but you know I'm right Every time you're up

Hillbilly deluxe Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick up trucks Big timing in a small town Stirrin' it up right about sundown Black denim and chrome to the bone With a little homegrown Country girl cuddled up Well, up in the backwoods, down in the holler Old boy