• You say you're a monster,
    You live like you can't die.
    And no one can touch you,
    you're ridin' so high.

    But your empty black eyes
    are like tunnels to your brain;
    I can see right through you,
    I can taste your pain.

    You say I'm a good girl,
    And maybe it's true,
    but tell you what, bad boy,
    I'm too good for you.

    You're a strange, strange stranger
    but I know you well;
    You're sweeter than honey,
    and hotter than hell.

    You tell me you're heartless,
    Nothin' but a hole,
    with sixteen silver bullets
    lodged in your soul.

    Well I've got a gun,
    so gimme a shot--
    I'll set you on fire
    And leave you to rot.

    There's blood on the dance floor
    And stars in the skies,
    so let's kiss that revolver,
    and say our goodbyes.