Come on
Connor's loadin' up a clip
And he's dumpin' that shit
In anybody that told him: Get a grip
Spin a revolver, fire it, teenage murderer
Product of his environment
Shot, shot, shot
Shot, shot, shot
Leave all the bodies
Drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop
Oh, I want the taste of metal in my mouth
I want the taste of metal in my mouth
I want the taste of metal in my mouth
I wanna taste that metal
'Cause we all love it when it gets violent
And you would pull the trigger, don't you deny it
These delights have ends
For me and all my friends
Yeah, we all love it when it gets violent
It's a good thing I picked up the pen, or it would've been a machine gun I picked up instead
I would fill it with lead, walk into school, head up to my floor (my floor, my floor)
I'm 'bout to hit the high score (woo)
My skin is white, so you would say I need a therapist
If it was brown, you would call me a terrorist
And that night, when everybody's asleep, you would watch it on repeat
I want the taste of metal in my mouth
I want the taste of metal in my mouth
I want the taste of metal in my mouth
I wanna taste that metal
'Cause we all love it when it gets violent
And you would pull the trigger, don't you deny it
These delights have ends
For me and all my friends
Yeah, we all love it when it gets violent
Already gone, no way you're gonna reach him
Already gone, and there's nothing you could teach him
He's already gone
He's already gone
Fuck it
