Counting Murders and Drinking Beer (The $46,000 Escape)

I'm getting out

While I can still count these murders

On only one hand

I'm through looking after you

Second guessing your next move

Lock the doors, turn out the lights

The wolves are out tonight

Playing that shitty bass

So, you get your kicks

Using my daughter and my wife

As target practice?

Well, how do you like

That shaft straight up your ass?

And I'll damn you right in your tongue

You have used that grinning 'no English' crap

For the last time on me and since when

A shot of paint elevate the classes?

You run around real cute with your rainbows

Like we don't know, like we care

So, look away when you see me, just look away

It never ends for me

Like it the fourth never ending

Yeah, you're real brave roughing this

Until you have children of your own

There is no pride in these chances