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I could give you a dozen Fresh Cut Pink, or red, or white I wonder if they knew what they Would grow to become I could give you a dozen Fresh Cut Pink, or red, or white I wonder if they knew what they Would grow to become Become become Become become Be be become Become become Become become Be be become You'll have to cut it down And burn me into splinters Or I'll unwrap the string That was me Around your finger SongtexteAnd I'll hang you in Your bedroom burial ground There is a taste for blood And it's something deep inside There is a taste for blood And it's deep inside Become become Become become Be be become Become become Become become Be be become I don't ever want god To hear our screams And mistake them for prayers And you know I'm loaded But not which chamber Touch me and I'll go Click click click click click Click click click click click Click click click click click There is a taste for blood And it's something deep inside There is a taste for blood And it's deep inside Become become Become become Be be become Become become Become become Be be become And you know I'm loaded But not which chamber Touch me and I'll go Click click click click click Click click click click click Click click click click click I'm born villain Don't pretend to be a victim I'm born villain Don't pretend to be a victim I'm born villain Don't pretend to be a victim I'm born villain Don't pretend to be a victim Aus Songtexte Mania