You're a sick, sick boy you are

You've got your wine, women 'n' cash

Semi-automatic superstar

In the pan you're a punk bitch flash



I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let



Tell me mister, what's your story today?

Who is it you want to be?



I've bought some ammo and I'll send it your way

Destroyin' friends and family



I feel a stranger stealing my candy

But you're a housefly trapped under glass



Fat chance of getting me in your caddy

In the pan you're a punk bitch flash



I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let



I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let out



Masquerading as a man about town

The seventh chord is my fist hittin' your face



You think you're on, but nobody's straight down

In the scheme of things you're gonna lose the race



I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let



I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let out

I'll round up every beast you let out