Born Villain

I could give you a dozen fresh, cut, pink, or red, or white

I wonder if they knew what they would grow to become

I could give you a dozen fresh cut pink or red or white

I wonder if they knew what they would grow to become

Become, become, become, become

Be-be-become

Become, become, become, become

Be-be-become

You’ll have to cut it down and burn me into splinters

Or I’ll unwrap the string that was me, from your finger

And I’ll hang you in your bedroom burial ground

There is a taste for blood

And it’s something deep inside

There is a taste for blood

And it’s deep inside

Become, become, become, become

Be-be-become

Become, become, become, become

Be-be-become

I don’t ever want God to hear our screams

And mistake them for prayers

And you know I’m loaded, but not which chamber

Touch me and I’ll go click, click, click, click, click

Click, click, click, click, click

Click, click, click, click, click

There is a taste for blood

And it’s something deep inside

There is a taste for blood

And it’s deep inside

Become, become, become, become

Be-be-become

Become, become, become, become

Be-be-become

And you know I’m loaded, but not which chamber

Touch me and I’ll go click, click, click, click, click

Click, click, click, click, click

Click, click, click, click, click

I’m born villain, don’t pretend to be a victim

I’m born villain, don’t pretend to be a victim

I’m born villain, don’t pretend to be a victim

I’m born villain, don’t pretend to be a victim

I’m born villain, don’t pretend to be a victim

I’m born villain, don’t pretend to be a victim