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You remind me of the psycho killer You remind me of the crazy bitch I need in my life Motherfucker you're my inspiration This is the model they don't make with an artificial vice Young and dumb with no expiration We sleep the day and walk the night when we're down we get high This isn't death it's only preparation Her dress was black her lips were red and only god knew of her eyes Face in the mirror hand on the gun I held a place for us inside of the sun Crowd screams joy Face yells gloom I had a place for us inside of the moon It goes one two three four You're not the typical American whore Five six six six You are my drug and I'm in need of a fix I met her gaze she met my gaze I think I met my match Games we play The blood we spill Moon was full sky of bats Give me your hand she said red nails like a blade Of a sacrificial lamb She could see I wasn't phased I found the one where I've been searching Feelings coming abroad Nausea is creeping up it's time to show her your flawed Face in the mirror Hand on the gun I held a place for us inside of the sun Crowd screams joy Face yells gloom I had a place for us inside of the moon It goes one two three four You're not the typical American whore Five six six six You are my drug and I'm in need of a fix