Gasoline

No matter how I try this plate glass window just won’t break
And I’ve tried the roof but it just won’t support my weight
You broke my heart you broke my mind my self esteem
And now I’m lighting matches and swallowing a bottle of gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline
I’ll hit you harder than methamphetamine
Gasoline
Up on the wall I spelled your boyfriend’s name in blood
Then screamed aloud, «I fucked you like he never could»
I take the knife out from his chest and wiped it clean
And then I soaked his body head to toe in gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline
I’ll hit you harder than methamphetamine
Gasoline
I know my time is coming
I know my time is coming
You and your bitch are running
I know my time is coming
You’re gonna feel the bl bl bl blast
Your machine
Gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline
You ain’t going fresh or going green
Gasoline
Gasoline
Gasoline
I’ll hit you harder than methamphetamine
Gasoline