Wildlife
Lately can't help but see
That no one believes in me
This small town is killing me
It's draining my energy
Fuck this whole town
Machine gun them down
Gouge out their eyes
And burn them alive
Bombs in the air
Electric chairs
I want them dead
So off with their heads
Honestly, promise me
There's nothing wrong with me
Honestly, promise me
There's nothing wrong with me
Honestly, I believe
There's something wrong with me
Because I believe there's got to be
Got to be more
Some people just can't believe
In things that they cannot see
They've got me questioning
Second guessing my destiny
I see how they look at me
They won't let me spread my wings
They're throwing stones at me
Why am I the enemy?
Fuck this whole town
Machine gun them down
Gouge out their eyes
And burn them alive
Bombs in the air
Electric chairs
I want them dead
So off with their heads (ooh!)
P-i-c-a double s-o
P-i-c-a double s-o
P-i-c-a double s-o
P-i-c-a double s-o
P-i-c-a double s-o (ooh!)
I want them dead
So off with their heads
Honestly, promise me
There's nothing wrong with me
Honestly, promise me
There's nothing wrong with me
Honestly, I believe
There's something wrong with me
Because I believe there's got to be
Got to be more
Da do do, da do do
Da da da, da do do
Da do do, da do do
Da da da, da do do
Da do do, da do do
Da da da, da do do
Da do do, da do do
Da da da, da do do
Da da da
That no one believes in me
This small town is killing me
It's draining my energy
Fuck this whole town
Machine gun them down
Gouge out their eyes
And burn them alive
Bombs in the air
Electric chairs
I want them dead
So off with their heads
Honestly, promise me
There's nothing wrong with me
Honestly, promise me
There's nothing wrong with me
Honestly, I believe
There's something wrong with me
Because I believe there's got to be
Got to be more
Some people just can't believe
In things that they cannot see
They've got me questioning
Second guessing my destiny
I see how they look at me
They won't let me spread my wings
They're throwing stones at me
Why am I the enemy?
Fuck this whole town
Machine gun them down
Gouge out their eyes
And burn them alive
Bombs in the air
Electric chairs
I want them dead
So off with their heads (ooh!)
P-i-c-a double s-o
P-i-c-a double s-o
P-i-c-a double s-o
P-i-c-a double s-o
P-i-c-a double s-o (ooh!)
I want them dead
So off with their heads
Honestly, promise me
There's nothing wrong with me
Honestly, promise me
There's nothing wrong with me
Honestly, I believe
There's something wrong with me
Because I believe there's got to be
Got to be more
Da do do, da do do
Da da da, da do do
Da do do, da do do
Da da da, da do do
Da do do, da do do
Da da da, da do do
Da do do, da do do
Da da da, da do do
Da da da
Credits
Writer(s): Hablo Picasso
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