I'm not $#&@ing around
I think I'm coming out
All the deceivers and cheaters

I think we've got a bleeder right now
Want you to slap me around
Want you to knock me out

Well, you missed me, kissed me
Now you better kick me down


Maybe you're the runner-up
But the first one to lose the race
Almost only really counts in

Horseshoes and hand grenades

I'm gonna burn it all down

I'm gonna rip it out
Well, everything that you employ
Was meant for me to destroy

To the ground now
So don't you $#&@ me around
Because I'll shoot you down

I'm gonna drink, fight, and $#&@
And pushing my luck
All the time now


Maybe you're the runner-up
But the first one to lose the race

Almost only really counts in
Horseshoes and hand grenades


Demolition, self-destruction
What to annihilate
The age-old contradiction

Demolition, self-destruction
What to annihilate
The old age


I'm not $#&@ing around
I think I'm coming out

All the deceivers and cheaters
I think we've got a bleeder right now
I'm not $#&@ing around

G-L-O-R-I-A