[Verse 1]
Well I just shot a man to death
I caught him crawling around in my head
He fired back and then it stopped
A final shot and a final breath
Afraid to stop and afraid to check
The smell of fear and the color red
An introduction to myself
The lips are blue with the smell of death
The lips are blue with the smell of death
The lips are blue with the smell of death
The lips are blue with the smell of death

[Verse 2]
Saw my reflection in a spoon
I had a warped mind and a ¼ inch fuse
I've got a supermanic soul
I've pulled the trigger in the record room
I've pulled the trigger in the record room
I put a stop to his servitude
I took him down in the record room

[Chorus]
The interest of you
Dead - practice
The interest of you
Dead - practice
Dead!
[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
The interest of you
Dead - practice
The interest of you
Dead - practice
Dead - practice
Dead - practice
Dead!