(End of the second verse does)

(You like the finger plucking or the ... ?)

(I think I like this more)

Oh I’m sadistic

Like I’m wearing lipstick with a 6 inch

Oh I’m a menace

Like a b-b-bump stock with bad intentions

Oh I’m a martyr

I just blame the murder on my father

At least I’m honest

Don’t go pointing fingers at my closet

The lack of closures

On my conscience

Material yeah equates to profit

Nine meals to last three days

They gave you eight and expect you to thank

Them for the corn concеntrates deliverеd late

Oh what a shame

Oh I’m sadistic

Like I’m wearing lipstick with a 6 inch

Oh I’m a menace

Like a b-b-bump stock with bad intentions

Oh I’m a martyr

I just blame the murder on my father

At least I’m honest

Don’t go pointing fingers at my closet

The man of consequence

Something happens if you cross the fence

He sits around and contemplates

The positions which he placed the stakes

Sage and grass reintegrate

The borderline means less these days

What separates these phantom graves

With time and time and time and time and

I’m sadistic

Like I’m wearing lipstick with a 6 inch

Oh I’m a menace

Like a b-b-bump stock with bad intentions

Oh I’m a martyr

I just blame the murder on my father

At least I’m honest

Don’t go pointing fingers at my closet

Oh I’m sadistic

Like I’m wearing lipstick with a 6 inch

Oh I’m a menace

Like a b-b-bump stock with bad intentions

Oh I’m a martyr

I just blame the murder on my father

At least I’m honest

Don’t go pointing fingers at my closet