Weaponized psychopathy Headlong into carnage seeking blood Seething minds distorted by the violence and pain Driven by adrenaline Headlong into carnage they attack Merciless and brutal take the head off of your neck No hesitation as the bloodshed begins

Every lie you tell comes true (true) But I still wanna be with you (you) I blame it on you (yeah) Bad boy make a bad girl, bad boy make a bad girl I blame it on you, I blame it on you You, I blame it on you, I blame it on you Uh-huh, so good, but I know

I-I-I, I-I-I, I-I-I hope, do you wanna Let go o-o-o, o-o-o 'cause this is home This time I-I-I, I-I-I, I hope you wanna We work and slave the day away We're wasting perfect families We fucking fight like vagabonds We dance like fucking animals Don't stop

Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then I feel like a black militant takin' over

Toucher un jour Le bonheur d'etre ensemble Goûter l'amour Oublier un instant L'enfer autour Le souvenir de ce jour Vaut plus que tout Et qu'importe, ils ont pu Je ne connais pas la suite

I heard you told your friends that I'm just not your type If that's how you really feel, then why'd you call last night? You say all I ever do is just control your life But how you gonna lie like that, how you gonna lie like that? Tell me how you 'bout

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

I'm gonna love while I still got the time Thirty nine candles burnt out on a cake Each representing a million mistakes The last one still burns, there's a wish I can make This time I'm getting it right So I close my eyes and I take a deep breath And I

You know on every pay day She'd be standing around the landing crying You know love make you do things you don't want to do Your little trouble is coming home some day You know I had a job on the levee I had a good looking woman who lived in Hughes I had

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car When you hit the ground, check the lost and found Because it ain't my problem now I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles of my own I have