Such a sick boy

My daddy's got a shotgun
An arsenal of human disease
He taught me how to shoot
To trigger the double barrel monster
An invitation to downfall
A sign, the heir in evolution
The king of the new world
Killed the day he was born
Such a sick boy walking the streets
Yeah, on the streets
He's walking
Walking with a shotgun
In his hands
He's walking
Walking with a shotgun
On his violent rampage
Dark shades reflect society
Murdered boy walks into system
Loaded with adrenaline to melt your mind
One, two, three, four bodies waving goodbye
A storage of backward knowledge
Where pain comes easily
Where defense is to kill
Now he bleeds like the rest of them
Like the rest of them
My daddy's got a shotgun
An arsenal of human disease
He taught me how to shoot
To trigger the double barrel monster
An invitation to downfall
A sign, the heir in evolution
The king of the new world
Killed the day he was born
Such a sick boy shot himself in the head
Such a sick boy shot himself in the head
I said
Such a sick boy shot himself in the head
Just another dead boy dancing with the dead
Yeah, with the dead
He's dancing
Dancing with a hole in his head
He's dancing
Dancing with a hole in his head