Horseshoes and Handgrenades

Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!

I'm not fucking around

I think I'm coming out

All the deceivers and cheaters, I think we've caught a bleeder right now

Want you to slap me around

Want you to knock me out

Well, you missed me, kissed me, now you better kick me down

Maybe you're the runner-up, but the first one to lose the race

Almost only really counts in horseshoes and hand grenades

I'm gonna burn it all down

I'm gonna rip it out

Well, everything that you employ was meant for me to destroy to the ground, now

So don't you fuck me around

Because I'll shoot you down

I'm gonna drink, fight, and fuck, and I'm pushing my luck all the time, now

Maybe you're the runner-up, but the first one to lose the race

Almost only really counts in horseshoes and hand grenades

Demolition and self-destruction

Want to annihilate this age-old contradiction

Demolition, self-destruction

Want to annihilate this age-old contradiction

Demolition, self-destruction

Want to annihilate this old age

I'm not fucking around

I think I'm coming out

Well, I'm a hater, a traitor in a pair of Chuck Taylor's right now

I'm not fucking around

G-l-o-r-i-a

G-l-o-r-i-a

G-l-o-r-i-a

G-l-o-r-i-a!