Letras
You sure you really wanna do this
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
It's been doing some thinking
And felt fair that she should know
All actions in which partake
Are far beyond it's control
Whether it was born or bred
Genetic environment
I wouldn't bother to ask it why
Simply concentrate on when, when
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
It lies awake, yes, quite obsessed
Making plans but it won't tell
So longs to hear her final words
I brought this on myself
The theory of futility
Now you'll learn, so be prepared
Enemies are equal to
Wrath times the speed of fright squared
Yeah, if you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
My God helps those who help themselves
Of thus, she shan't be ashamed
Crawl into line and wait your turn
Remember Jesus slaves
Department of probation
Legally it can't be blamed
Held therefore unaccountable
Since it's clinically insane
What a shame again
If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
If you don't kill me, me
I'm going to have to kill you, you
If you don't kill me, me
I'm going to have to kill you, you, you, yeah
You must decide we're out of time
No place to hide your choice not mine
You must decide we're out of time
No place to hide your choice not mine
You must decide we're out of time
No place to hide your choice not mine
You must decide we're out of time
No place to hide your choice not mine