Don't hang your head, so the wise man said, or boy you'll soon be dead You better run, run Manuela-uela run (Gonna shoot you in the back with your own gun) You better run, run Manuela run Don't look now, you better watch that sword that's hanging over

I'm gonna love you Gonna love you Until you hate me What's really crazy You should've known better Then to mess with me, heartache Like a black widow, baby You used to be thirsty for me But now you wanna be set free

Now I must die by my own hand 'cause I'm not man enough to live alone. and I'm better off dead now that she's gone. She couldn't stand me anymore so she just took the kids and went. You see, I've got a drinkin' problem, all the money that we had I spent.

I put a spell on you because you're mine You better stop the things that you do I ain't lyin', no, I ain't lyin' I just can't stand it babe The way you're always runnin' 'round I just can't stand it, the way you always put me down I put a spell on you. I

If we go down If we go down then we go down together Let's show them we are better We'll get away with everything Let's show them we are Show them we are We were staying in Paris (if we go down) They'll say you could do anything They'll say that I was

What did you do to my eyes You better slow down baby soon It's all or nothing to you What did you sing to that lonely child Promised it all but you lied Oh, the devil's inside You opened the door You gave him a ride Too young to know, too old to admit

What chu gonna do pop at you glock at you Fill em with the venom who the fuck are we talking to? (Psycho Bitches, Psycho Bitches) Never ever do it down low with a (Psycho Bitch!) Better never ever go out with a (Psycho Bitch!) Everybody better learn to

Sent to kill, to watch no man's land Snipers are moving unseen Fight for land, to lose it again Shrapnel is filling the air Hell on earth, the trenches mean death, better keep your head down low Charge their lines, the ultimate test it's a synchronized

You ain't going nowhere. Where you going, where you tryna go Baby, baby? Boy, you better listen to the words I say Boy, you better act like you got some sense, 'Cause you got a dime, and that's money well spent. Sit yourself down, 'cause you know you're

Feel better if you just lie You got leaving in your eyes Read you like an open book Standing on the edge but you can't look down Sure is quiet, sky's too blue You ain't hiding but I can't find you Sheets on the line so, nothing's changed Guess it's