Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ Walkin' after dark In the New York City park The blood left on the dance floor Runnin', runnin' red The bullet that you asked for Killin' you to death Voices in my head are sayin'

We are revolution radio Operation 'no control' And the headline 'my love's bullet proof' Give me cherry bombs and gasoline Debutantes in surgery And the headline 'legalize the truth' We will be seen but not be heard Scream, with your hands up in the sky

You may take my eyes, but baby I'm not blind (Say you wanted to) Spiders in my head, spiders in my mind It all works out all right You know I'm gonna be all right I am the one you left for dead You are the bullet in my head And as you stand over my grave