Loaded Guns

Oh, no
They call me dangerous; they call me fun
And oh, no
They playin' with fire and loaded guns

And I'm a bottle rocket in an anthill
I treat my fucking body like a landfill
Climbing up a mountain like a molehill
'Cause I feel better when I bitch

Pain pills
Can't deal with the shitty way my heart feels
Selling my Nintendo for the light bill
Hope I feel better when I'm rich

Gatta call the courthouse
'Cause Mr. Wilson's got another warrant out
So call my attorney
'Cause I'm going from the gurney to the grave
I've been walking this road a lot longer than it's been paved

Call Mr. McVeigh
You won't always land on your feet
You gatta show your teeth to eat
You took the black sheep and made a wolf
Bang bang can't get him to leave
You will all alone

And oh, no
They call me dangerous; they call me fun
And oh, no
They playin' with fire and loaded

And loaded, and loaded, and loaded
I'm loaded, I'm a loaded gun, gun
So bang bang, bang bang, bang
Uh huh, uh huh
Bang bang, bang bang, bang
Uh huh, uh huh
Bang bang, bang bang, bang
Uh huh, uh huh
Bang bang, bang bang, bang

I caught a charge, he caught these hands
His mouth was bouncing checks again
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Just getting pushed around again
I don't think so no, no, no, no, no, no
I don't think so no, no, no, no, no, no