I’m what the FBI calls a secretor
I’m addicted to caffeine and p#rnography
I c#m on my stomach and I love it, but I get a sick rash
Cannibal love, eating me alive like a suicide
I didn’t think there was anything wrong with that until James Hetfield told me so
My c#m is a problem I just can’t ignore
It’s everywhere
My c#m is everywhere, I’m allergic to it
Every problem is a result of my c#m
Cannibal love, it’s eating me alive like a suicide
I miss Hetfield’s mullet, Lars’ frosted tips, Mustaine’s riffs
I want to talk about art with Lars Ulrich the art critic
I’d look him straight in his eye and say
“I don’t know art, but I know what I like
May I please borrow your white leather jacket?”
Let me choose my words carefully
This is a rock and roll band, I don’t want any f#cking rules
Cannibal love, it’s eating me alive like a suicide
f#ck, f#ck, see?
f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck
f#ck Dave Mustaine’s riffs
f#ck Dave Mustaine
Mustaine
f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck, f#ck
f#ck Dave Mustaine
Dave Mustaine
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