The healing nails Sting my bleeding heart Takes my breath away Tear myself apart The little girl in my bed Has a gun to my head Looks into my eyes And says she want me dead! You know that Sleep comes with drugs, And I'll drink my fears away I'm not a boyscout I'm a lunatic Lunatic, The bitch is dead ! Lunatic, The bitch is dead ! The fat lady sings tonight That voice disgust me I'm not a boyscout I'm a lunatic