BLOOD ON THE OATS

He's all over me He haunts a little moment in my dreams Bad, or so it seems A man who often jumps to extremes Woah I've got a gun It's shiny and it weighs a fucking tonne Wow What am I? Have I become the one thing I deny? Oh I feel an urge I think killing is what I deserve Hey Here we go Gonna spill some blood on the road All I want is nothing, or something now To get me out of this heat All I want is something, just anything To get me out of the streets Shit The sheriff's here I sense a bloody future will be near Hah I'm on the run This kind of villainy is really fun Shoot My cares away A risky little game I like to play I feel so vile No consequence I laugh in denial All I had was nothing, but something now Has swept me off of my feet Swampy has come and taken over Every part of me Friend at my feet, now won't you take a seat Friend at my feet, now won't you take a seat Friend at my feet, now won't you take a seat Friend at my feet, now won't you take a seat Friend at my feet, now won't you take a seat Friend at my feet, now won't you take a seat All I am is nothing, and nothing now Can turn me back around I have destroyed everything See me glory-bound