Tekster: Get Set Go. Murder By Millions.

I'm not a very nice guy
I've made so many women cry
And I know I am alone
And thats the way its meant to be
I've been cruel, I've played the fool
And I've made a mess of everything
I've betrayed a promise I've made
And I hurt her through and through
Now its done she's finally gone
And I don't know what to do

I think I might set my house on fire
Hang myself from the telephone wire
Bomb the trade center
And crash all the trains
Murder by millions and feast on their brains
I am shamed

I'm not a very good man
I've done so many underhanded things
I cannot sing about the things I have done
Because I'm afraid of what they will say
When my songs have all been spun
I live in fear of yesteryear
And I live in fear of you
All i want is to be gone
Because I don't know what to do

I think I might set my house on fire
Hang myself from the telephone wire
Bomb the trade center
And crash all the trains
Murder by Millions and feast on their brains
I am shamed

Oh I've been shamed
And I've been changed
By my shame
Oh I'm not more sane

I might set my house on fire
Hang myself from the telephone wire
Bomb the trade center
And crash all the trains
Murder by Millions and feast on their brains

Bomb the trade center
And crash all the trains
Murder by Millions and feast on their brains
I am shamed