Horseshoes and Handgrenades
I'm not fucking aroundI think I'm coming outAll the deceivers and cheatersI think we've got a bleeder right nowWant you to slap me around?Want you to knock me out?Well, you missed me kissed meNow you better kick me down
Maybe you're the runner upBut the first one to lose the raceAlmost only really counts inHorseshoes and Handgrenades
I'm gonna burn it all downI'm gonna rip it outWell everything that you employWas meant for me to destroy to the ground nowSo don't fuck me around because I'll shoot you downI'm gonna drink,fight and fuck and pushing my luck all the time now
Maybe you're the runner upBut the first one to lose the raceAlmost only really counts inHorseshoes and Handgrenades
Demolition,self-destructionWhat to annihilate, the age-old contradictionDemolition,self-destructionWhat to annihilate, the old age
I'm not fucking aroundI think I'm coming outI'm a hater, a traitoIn a pair of Chuck Taylors right nowI'm not fucking around
G-L-O-R-I-A!