John Doe
I'm a fucking psycho (psycho)
Walking on a tightrope (tightrope)
Living off of white gold (white gold)
Drinking with a bloody nose
Leaking like a honey comb
Go release the hell hounds (hell hounds)
Burn the fucking city down (city down)
We're in the machine now (machine now)
Listen to the death shout
Coming from the devil's mouth
Bullet to the face
We're a big disgrace
All my friends are American psychos
Just a bunch of John Does getting high
All our dreams are floating out the windows
Just a bunch of John Does getting by
Just like I thought
God is a robot
Standing on the freeway (freeway)
Working in the chain gang (chain gang)
Quit playing the blame game
Messing with the mainframe
Now I'm in a tailspin (tailspin)
Wrestling my old sins (old sins)
Caught up in a whirlwind (whirlwind)
I'm feeling amazing
Dying with a big grin
Bullet to the head
Bang bang now you're dead
All my friends are American psychos
Just a bunch of John Does getting high
All our dreams are floating out the windows
Just a bunch of John Does getting by
My hands are tied, crimson and clover
I'll fall in line when life is over
Hellbent, on fire, my time is wasted
I hate myself and I can't take it
All my friends are American psychos
Just a bunch of John Does getting high
All our dreams are floating out the windows
Just a bunch of John Does getting by
Walking on a tightrope (tightrope)
Living off of white gold (white gold)
Drinking with a bloody nose
Leaking like a honey comb
Go release the hell hounds (hell hounds)
Burn the fucking city down (city down)
We're in the machine now (machine now)
Listen to the death shout
Coming from the devil's mouth
Bullet to the face
We're a big disgrace
All my friends are American psychos
Just a bunch of John Does getting high
All our dreams are floating out the windows
Just a bunch of John Does getting by
Just like I thought
God is a robot
Standing on the freeway (freeway)
Working in the chain gang (chain gang)
Quit playing the blame game
Messing with the mainframe
Now I'm in a tailspin (tailspin)
Wrestling my old sins (old sins)
Caught up in a whirlwind (whirlwind)
I'm feeling amazing
Dying with a big grin
Bullet to the head
Bang bang now you're dead
All my friends are American psychos
Just a bunch of John Does getting high
All our dreams are floating out the windows
Just a bunch of John Does getting by
My hands are tied, crimson and clover
I'll fall in line when life is over
Hellbent, on fire, my time is wasted
I hate myself and I can't take it
All my friends are American psychos
Just a bunch of John Does getting high
All our dreams are floating out the windows
Just a bunch of John Does getting by
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Medice, Adam Jensen
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