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!