Man, what the f#ck?
I said, man, what the f#ck?
I said, man, what the f#ck?
Why do you think you can make a shot and reload
Then your trigger will not stop again and again
The hail of bullets in my holed bloody body
Then you’re at ease staring at my wounds
Thinking of a disease, making an excuse
Saying: “I’m so sorry!”
Girl, what the f#ck?
Where did you f#cking learn how to handle the gun
Aiming at the bodies of all poor people?
Funny as hell after killing men
You think the reason for this — the need
You’ve got to please your bloody cunning nature
So can you feel my pain? No, you can’t
You’re little piece of death
So can you feel my pain? No, you can’t
You’re little piece of death
Shout it out if you feel it, shout out if you feel it
Shout it out if you feel it, shout out if you feel it
Shout it out if you feel it, shout out if you feel it
Shout it out if you feel it, if you feel it
(Shout it out if you feel it) Shout out if you feel it, shout it out
(If you feel it) Shout out if you feel it
This pain hurts! This pain hurts!
(Shout it out if you feel it) Shout out if you feel it, shout it out
(If you feel it) Shout out if you feel it
This pain hurts! This pain hurts!
Shout it out if you feel it, shout out if you feel it, shout it out
If you feel it, shout out if you feel it
This pain hurts! This pain hurts!
Because of you
Because of you
Because of you
Love, blame, hate, kill, feel the pain
Love, blame, hate, kill, feel the pain
(Girl, put the gun down!) Love, blame, hate, kill, feel the pain
(Girl, whoa, put the gun down!) Love, blame, hate, kill, feel the pain
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