Sit yourself down stupid fucking kid Go ahead and tell me everything you did Take a minute to compose yourself then tell me what you heard As I cut you down with every word Gun to my head Gun to my head Gun to my head Gone to my head Gone to my head Gone to my head Run to the rafters like the rat you are Riding in the backseat of your parent's car Mind in the sky and hands in the jar Paying the tolls raising the bar Gun to my head Gun to my head Gun to my head Gone to my head Gone to my head Gone to my head Gun to my head Gone to my head