The healing nails sting my bleeding heart Takes my breath away Tear myself apart The little girl in my bed has a gun to my head Looks into my eyes And says she want me dead! You know that sleep comes with drugs, and I'll drink my fears Away I'm not a boyscout I'm a lunatic Lunatic The bitch is dead! Lunatic The bitch is dead! The fat lady sings tonight That voice disgust me I'm not a boyscout I'm a lunatic
