[Lyric] I Will Beat You To Death (LAC4)

Na na na na na, na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na na, hey

[Verse 1]
I am a flaccid emulator, young boy man instigator
I fill up my generator with the blood I’ve lost
Burn my hand on the cross, and I’m feeling so high
I’ll lay in the streets with that soot in my eye
If I’ve got to run away, I better do it fast
For the future has come, just before the past
And now I know what it means, to feel lonely and free
Just for lovers in the sun, what does that mean to me
I’m not angry, I’m not pissed, I’m just a little confused
I put myself in my work, and my anxiety’s the muse

[Refrain]
Fuck
Shit
Hey, ho, hey, yea baby
Look at my enemy
Feels like a brand new tragedy
Sleeping on the MTV
Morе like American Anime
Look at my еnemy
Feels like a brand new tragedy
Sleeping on the MTV
More like American Anime

Na na na na na, na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na na, hey
Na na na na na, na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na na, hey

[Verse 2]
I take a walk in the park, with a knot in my tie
Out of the corner of my eye what do I seem to spy
A young lad with a bag and a coonskin cap
Chasing down a bird, a seagull to be exact
And then the seagull spins around, a look of death in his eyes
Pulls out a gun, and shoots the boy in thigh
And as the blood is running up and down and up the lane
I keep on walking, its none of my business, I’m afraid

[Pre-Verse]
Na na na na na, na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na na, hey
Na na na na na, na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na na, hey
Na na na na na, na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na na, hey
Na na na na na, na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na na, hey
Na na na na na, na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na na, hey
Na na na na na, na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na na, hey
[Refrain]
Look at my enemy
Feels like a brand new tragedy
Sleeping on the MTV
More like American Anime

Look at my enemy
Feels like a brand new tragedy
Sleeping on the MTV
More like American Anime

[Verse 3]
Human beings are just another pesky disease
Ignore the filth in your brain, just do as you please
Here comes the end, it’s probably for the best
It’s nothing personal kid, I’ve got a rat in my chest
And If there’s one last thing
I will beat you to death