I could give you a dozen
Fresh
Cut
Pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
Would grow to become

I could give you a dozen
Fresh
Cut
Pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
Would grow to become

Become become
Become become
Be be become
Become become
Become become
Be be become

You'll have to cut it down
And burn me into splinters
Or I'll unwrap the string
That was me
Around your finger
And I'll hang you in
Your bedroom burial ground

There is a taste for blood
And it's something deep inside
There is a taste for blood
And it's deep inside

Become become
Become become
Be be become
Become become
Become become
Be be become

I don't ever want god
To hear our screams
And mistake them for prayers
And you know I'm loaded
But not which chamber
Touch me and I'll go
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
Click click click click click

There is a taste for blood
And it's something deep inside
There is a taste for blood
And it's deep inside

Become become
Become become
Be be become
Become become
Become become
Be be become

And you know I'm loaded
But not which chamber
Touch me and I'll go
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
Click click click click click

I'm born villain
Don't pretend to be a victim
I'm born villain
Don't pretend to be a victim
I'm born villain
Don't pretend to be a victim
I'm born villain
Don't pretend to be a victim


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Born Villain Lyrics as written by Chris Alan Vrenna Brian Hugh Warner

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    I could give you a dozen fresh, cut, pink, or red, or white I wonder if they knew what they would grow to become I could give you a dozen fresh, cut, pink, or red, or white I wonder if they knew what they would grow to become become become become become be be be become you’ll have to cut it down and burn me into splinters or I’ll unwrap the string that was me, around your finger. And I’ll hang you in your bedroom burial ground there is a taste for blood and it’s something deep inside there is a taste for blood and it’s deep inside become become become become be be be become I don’t ever want god to hear our screams and mistake them for prayers. And you know I’m loaded but not which chamber touch me and i’ll go Click click click click click Click click click click click Click click click click click there is a taste for blood and it’s something deep inside there is a taste for blood and it’s deep inside become become become become be be be become And you know I’m loaded But not which chamber Touch me and i’ll go Click click click click click Click click click click click Click click click click click I’m born villain don’t pretend to be a victim I’m born villain don’t pretend to be a victim I’m born villain don’t pretend to be a victim I’m born villain don’t pretend to be a victim

    thrwmyhrtawy.on April 09, 2012   Link

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