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Sangtekst: Elvis Hitler. Supersadomasochisticexpialidocious. Don't Push Me.

I was talking to my neighbor's dog
His wisdom set me free
"Go out and have some fun," he said
"Go on a killing spree."
I never was a good boy
Don't say my prayers at night
I stole my daddy's shotgun
I took my best friend's bike
Don't push me, I'm crazy, and I've got a gun

There's a dealer not far from here
I think I'll get real bombed
I'm going to buy some for my sister
I'm going to buy some for my mom
Look at me, I've got it made
I've got a hostage and a hand grenade
Take me alive or take me dead
Just put a bullet through my head

Don't push me, I'm crazy, and I've got a gun

It's a world full of hatred
In which we live today
Hostage taking maniacs
Kill while people pray
That the violence and the mayhem
Will cease to exist
I never thought I'd see the day
When things would come to this