BIRDS OF A FEATHER MIGHT FUCK TOGETHER
STUCK IN THE NEST
AS THEY TALK ABOUT THE WEATHER
LUST TURNED TO DUST
ON A DATE MADE OF HATE
A PERFECT STORM IS BORN TO IRRITATE

YOU MAKE ME GO
ROUND BABY ROUND
6 FEET UNDER GROUND
A ONE BEDROOM COFFIN MADE OF YOUR DESIGN
IF I DON'T FIND SOMEONE ELSE
I MIGHT BE LIVING ON A LANDMINE
I MIGHT BE LIVING ON A LANDMINE

IF YA DON'T FIND SOMEONE ELSE
WE MIGHT BE LIVING ON A LANDMINE

A TIME BOMB'S TICKIN
AND NO ONES GETTING BLOWN
IF MY MIND STARTS ITCHING
THIS GUN'LL MAKE IT GO

SHOULDA KNOW HE WOULD COME IN THE NIGHT
THE GRIM REAPER TIME KEEPER STAYS OUT OF THE LIGHT
SO WHICH ONE OF US IS SICK IN THE MIND
IF WE DON'T FIND OUT NOW
WE'RE LIVIN' ON A LANDMINE
ITS LIFE
ITS DEATH
YA GOT NO VOICE
ITS LIFE
ITS DEATH
AND ITS NOT YOUR CHOICE