Throw your hands in the air (hey)

This is a robbery and release the bats

In fact, I think they're onto me

Your pretty face is going to Hell

That's what Iggy Pop said before they learned to sell

Fake rebelion, you're not a hellion, you're not E-V-I-L

I can tell from the smell of the burning rock stars

That are stacked up in piles

So take a picture and don't forget to smile

I'll give you five splats up on the blood splat rating system

In case you missed 'em, that's the one from '95

It's got stories of rat boys and kung fu inside

The rules are breaking before they're getting written

The blood from your fingers got your grip slightly slipping

It's okay, 'cause we're all going down

Trouble's always brewing, 'cause there's one in every town

This is a horror show, real horror show

Real horror show

(Yeah)

This is a horror show, real horror show

Real horror show

(Right)

Take a rock from the dead king's crown

You're feeling at home when you're in a ghost town

So disappear and here's the last warning, lay down your head

Close your eyes, you'll feel better in the morning

Light at the end of the tunnel is a train

Relax your head and shut off your brain

I got nothing else

This is a horror show, real horror show

Real horror show

(Yeah)

This is a horror show, real horror show

Real horror show

Check it out

This is a horror show, real horror show

Real horror show

(Yeah)

This is a horror show, real horror show

Real horror show

(Yeah)

This is a horror show, real horror show

Real horror show

(Yeah)

This is a horror show, real horror show

Real horror show

Blacklight thriller disguised as a killer

Not feeeling sick but always getting iller

Things go erratic when the beats get mathematic

Turn up the guns, 'cause they always shooting static

Yeah, I invented it but you resented it

Everything I own

That's right, you only renting it

You want rock 'n roll, how deep you want the soul?

I got the shovel, so tell me, can you dig it

(Help us)