You want a piece of me?

i'm like a razor blade

i'm like a pound of blubber smothering a live grenade

these are the days when the tv always stays on

the show keeps running after the audience has all gone home


i'm like a vampire

with this taste for blood

without the makeup and the cape i'm just a fucking hood

these are the nights that none of us will live to forget

lying face down as the monkeys rain down...


she's one of the guys

pounding that beat all night

when the blood and all the makeup dries...

(you were first in line)


you want a piece of me?

then join the daisy chain

i'm like a fucking band leader for the hit parade

i'm cracked like a speaker and i speak like a cracker

these are the trip wires

and i'm a loaded gun

and you're the burning tires

the burning fires

the days have come

i did not believe it

'til i smelled it, then i had to see it


did you know you're my motherfucking (motherfucking) hero?

the wind beneath my wings is burnt and stale

oh...mmm


you want a piece of me? well, come one!