Knives Are Dangerous, Kid, so Cut the Theatrics! (Live from the Bad Luck Tour)

Three in the morning

A tortured boy sings

A chilling song no one sings along

The streets are vacant of the throng

The right side of his head throbs where he

Met the losing end of a brawl

Cause prior that night was talking real tough

Thought he was big stuff

He tested his luck

He's got this nagging

This itch of which he's had quite enough

He looks for a victim to satisfy his taste for blood

Breathe in breath out a car's approaching now

Ya gotta give em a show make your big debut

Start to walk with a limp he rolls his window down

Hey kid where ya going

I've finally got you right where I want you

You don't even know the half of what I'm gonna do

The rush crashes over me like a wave in the sea

It floods all of my senses and tastes oh so sweet

Now who's that boy there

He should be wary

Of seedy characters in the night

Who find their prey in their headlights

He's got it planned carefully

First find a passerby

Step two advance carefully

Make sure you're friendly

Deadly

Step three is essential

Moment of truth

Ask em where to

Tell them so are you

Breathe in breathe out your car's approaching now

You gotta give em a show make your big debut

Flash your finest grin roll your window down

Down, Down

What if I said I would take your life tonight

And If I said the same would it be a surprise

What if I said I won't go without a fight

That I'm not the one who's gonna die, die

Okay, can you do me a favor real quick?

It's gonna be real easy

I'm gonna ask you about something that makes you want to scream

And then scream as loud as you want to

One, two, three, four!