My New Ruger

My anger finds interesting ways to manifest
Most nights I watch footage of nine eleven while I get wrecked
And sometimes I look you up on my computer
And I stare into those empty lying eyes
Sometimes I try to get back in touch with you
But you ignore every single one of my desperate tries

You're the sugary sweet smell of morning feces
After a night of trying to drink my sad self to death
You're the dried semen stains on the crawlspace floor
From when you used to suck on my fucking dork when we first met

So now I'm going to shoot myself
Swallow the business end of my new ruger
I've got a long damn list of people I'm going to take with me
And it starts with Federal Agent Krueger

And Bobby Burns, where ever you are
I marked your ass with a big red star
I'm going to hack you to bits with a large cleaver
And then I'll feed your fucking bits to your golden retrievers
And then I'll cut up them golden retrievers with that same cleaver
And somehow finagle a way to feed them to your little sister
I bet you'll miss her, you fucking punk, yeah

You used to suck on my dork
You used to suck on my dork
You used to suck on my dork
You used to suck on my dork
You used to suck on my dork
You used to suck on my dork
You used to suck on my dork
You used to suck on my dork
Good God, you used to suck