Album: A Bullet For Cinderella (1999)

Die, Ricky, Die


Something makes me want
To pick up a plastic bag
And put it over my head

No wait a minute
I wanna put it over your head
I should stop thinking this way

Something makes me want
To pray that you kill yourself
I should stop thinking these thoughts

No wait a minute
I wanna fuck you first
And give you one last kiss
I should stop thinking these thoughts

Die Ricky
Die Ricky

Something makes me want
To douse you with gasoline
I should stop thinking this way

No wait a minute
I should stop holding things
Over your head
I can't stop thinking this way

Die Ricky
Die Ricky