The Kill Songtext

An alcoholic

I am eleven feet

Okay, eight

Six foot three

i am an amazon

an ampersand

an accident

I fought the British and I won

I am a rocket ship

A jet fighter
A paper airplane



Say what you will

I am the kill

The only only one that makes you real

the only thing that makes you really truly safe from me



Put Pat Sajak back in office

Put Pat Sajak back in office

Put Pat Sajak back in office



I have a tendency

To exaggerate

Just a little bit

I am a plagiarist

A terrorist

Attention getter

I am optimist

A closeted

Misogynist

I fought the British and I won



Say what you will

I am the kill

The only thing that makes you real

Say what you will

I am the kill

The only thing that makes you real truly safe from me



Put Pat Sajak back in office

Put Pat Sajak back in office

Put Pat Sajak back in office



But the sun still sets on you

And your retarted party

Nobody came to ditch you and so you drink to

all the emptiness until you wake up

And there's hell to pay again



But the sun still sets on you

And your retarted party

Nobody came to ditch you and so you drink to

all the emptiness until you wake up

And there's hell to pay again



And the punchline poisioned you

And all the comebacks in the world are in your head

But you can't say them until everybody leaves

And it's just you and your imaginary friends...

Your imaginary friends...

Your imaginary friends...

your imaginary friends...

your imaginary friends...