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
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 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