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Help me!

No.

Order's up.

♪ He couldn't keep his fat mouth shut ♪

♪ Only when he had his foot in there ♪

Aah!

♪ Couldn't show us any tenderness ♪

- Ah! - ♪ So we're gonna

♪ Have to take his head

♪ Say to myself, this motherfucker ♪

♪ Carrying on like he ain't got a care in the world ♪

- Aah! - ♪ But who knows

♪ Maybe he don't

No. Please.

Dead.

Murder is money.

And that guy right there, Butch Slater...

...dude is living the dream.

Reporting live from the scene of the 11th victim this month.

A string of unsolved murders going back decades.

You see, in my town of Clover Falls,

real-life massacres have been put on tape

and packaged for decades.

And while some dads fix toilets

or drill holes in people's teeth, my dad...

...terminates teens.

Roger Bladecut.

Maybe you've heard of him.

He's a legend in the biz.

At least he was.

Sales are down.

And the old man isn't getting any younger.

I'm ready to step in and shake things up,

let the old man finally retire.

But Dad won't have it.

So I'm stuck here working the store by day

and sneaking away at night to hone my skills.

♪ She says I'm just a headcase ♪

Well, well, look what the jizz mop dragged in.

Your dad's in the back.

- Yeah? - Yeah, he wants to see you.

- He does? - Mm-hmm.

From the twisted mind of Butch Slater...

Order's up.

Hey, Pops. You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Have a seat, kiddo.

Have you, uh, checked out the new "Hot Grease Massacre"?

No. Any good?

I haven't had a chance to watch the whole thing yet.

It's this-- this first scene I can't get past.

Surprise cameo that Mackenzie brought to my attention.

Fudge bucket.

- What's that? - Uh, you said a cameo?

That's right. Would you like to see it?

Sure.

No. Please.

Look familiar?

Yeah, totally.

Slater butchers dozens of dumb, defenseless chicks

in every installment.

How right you are, my daughter.

But it's not the choice of victim that I find strange.

It's this...

No. Please.

...this little wolf.

Oh, geez.

I totally missed her-- him--

the person in the wolf mask.

Whomever that might be.

I don't want to see that little wolf,

whomever it might be, in any more films.

Got it?

Got it.

This just came in?

Damn.

At the high school again? Such an inspired choice.

Wait.

Take these next door.

Somebody got in trouble.

Somebody got in trouble.

Abbie done got in trouble.

No, no, no. No can do, lady.

The last time I took your dad's clothes,

I found a big toe in one of the machines.

Please, Glenn.

Pretty please?

I made sure to empty the pockets this time.

It's unsanitary.

I'll even see if I can get you some screen time

in the next release. - Really?

One scene, probably background.

Come on.

There are no small parts.

You're lucky I don't hit girls.

Right. You just want to hack them to pieces with a big knife.

New "coming soon" poster. Makes sure to hang it up front.

No!

"Son of Bladecut"? Are you serious?

Yeah.

"Part-time Employee of Bladecut"

just didn't have the same ring to it.

I still can't wrap my mind around why you chose Mackenzie.

The guy is such a butt crumpet.

Whoa, Abbie.

Sorry, Grandma.

Look, series needs new legs.

Rentals are down.

We're barely staying afloat month to month.

With that title alone, we can move at least 100 copies

in pre-sales.

Why Mackenzie?

Why not me?

It's because I'm adopted, isn't it?

Because you're adopted? No, sweetheart.

Of course, not.

It's because you're a girl.

- What? - Sorry. Woman.

Ma, I mean no disrespect, but she's got to hear this.

That's a crock of crud.

We both know I can hack it

better than any dingdong out there.

I'm a Bladecut.

Abigail, there is a way that things are done around here.

We can't have some woman

who weighs about 100 pounds soaking wet

instilling fear into the hearts of horny teens.

It just doesn't work. It's impossible.

I would--

Duty calls.

Listen, I haven't promised Mackenzie

anything long-term yet, so why don't you tag along tonight?

Help your old man out. See how it goes, huh?

What'd these two nitwits do?

You got to trust the process, kid.

Those circles have kept food on our family's table for decades.

Whoo!

Alright, it's time for you to listen and learn.

You ready to take the plunge?

- Rule 1... - Hell no.

...work fast, get out.

Alright, suit yourself. I'm going in.

Rule 2, never let them see your face.

Shit. I'm going to go check it out.

Alright. How convenient.

♪ Within our hands, we both pray ♪

- Hello? - And rule 3,

give the people a show.

- Who's there? - ♪ Hearts are shriveled up

Took you long enough.

Mitch!

Mitchie?

Stop screwing around.

If you didn't want to get your hair wet, just say so.

Dad?

Dad!

"Resurrection of Bladecut" did huge numbers

and made it clear that my dad really is a badass.

He comes back.

Every time.

Dad?

Dad?

Oh, God. Uh...

How we doing?

I've always been able to pull myself out of the grave.

Always.

Oh, Dad. Come on.

I just never thought I'd feel this-- this old.

I don't know what happened.

I don't-- I don't know what's happening to me.

Don't talk like that. It was just an off night.

You'll be back on your feet in no time.

Yeah, I'm not so sure.

What are you doing, Dad?

Just shut up and look.

What am I looking at?

Some doped-up blood bag cracked me last October.

Hasn't fully healed yet.

Here.

I need you to help Mackenzie tomorrow night.

He can't do it alone.

Can't we postpone the release date?

The store won't survive another setback.

Please, kiddo. Do it for me.

Do you want to go over the plan?

No, I'm ready.

- Are you? - "Are you?"

Dude, cut the crap.

Let's at least get you to study the floor plans

or practice some moves with the knife.

Pass.

Bezzleman residence.

Oh, hello, Mother.

Four rings?

I guess I couldn't hear you over the absolute rager

currently taking place at our home.

Can't you hear the drunken, destructive masses?

Well, I learned from the best.

I will also have you know that your dearest and only child

has upheld her oath to have absolutely no fun this weekend.

Uh-huh.

Yes, of course.

Well, anyway, got to run.

There's a documentary about rock tumbling that's about to start.

Night night.

Good luck in there, killer.

Back door, buddy.

It's the back door they keep unlocked.

Hello?

She's already out of the shower.

Bummer.

Is there any way to get her dirty again?

I really wanted my first kill to be in the shower.

Where's the dude?

Where she should be-- washing up.

Well, there you go.

You'll get your shower kill after all.

Eww. No, I don't want to see some guy's gross dick.

Babe? Babe!

♪ I got a sneaking suspicion it might be something in you ♪

♪ So you wouldn't leave me here and I find my own ♪

Babe.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

- Aah! - Ah!

Babe!

What is going on?

Babe!

Knock it off.

Hold on. I'm coming in.

Shit.

Phone's dead.

Wait, I need to go back and grab my clothes.

No, babe. It's not safe in there.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Never let them see your face.

Please. Please.

Please.

Please. Please.

Please don't kill me.

Hello? Please help. I'm at 75 Cardinal Drive.

There's been a--

"May your slashes be swift and sure.

May your success know no bounds. Dad.

P.S., follow the rules."

Before one slices their way to stardom,

they must first stalk their prey.

I've heard high school is a target-rich environment.

And though the hallowed halls of Clover High are alien to me,

I kind of look the part.

Oh, screw that. I am the part.

Or at least I hope I'm the part.

I wonder if I'll get shoved in a locker.

Come on, Ab. Power of positive thinking.

Yeah.

Glenn, it's Abbie.

I'm calling to offer you the role of a lifetime.

What the freak?

Big day. You ready?

Explain this to me.

It's my undercover alias, Sergio,

a former power metal singer whose tragic fall from stardom

landed him in the custodial arts.

You need to work the front of the store today.

What?

No, I've done so much to prepare for this part.

I'm talking full method.

I exfoliate with urinal cakes now.

You promised I could be in this movie.

And you will be.

My sweet Sergio.

Just not today.

♪ I'm head of the class

♪ I'm popular

♪ I'm a quarterback

♪ I'm popular

♪ My mom says I'm catch

♪ I'm popular

♪ I'm never last picked

♪ I'm a cheerleader chick

♪ I'm the party star

♪ I'm popular

♪ I've got my own car

♪ I'm popular

♪ I'll never get caught

♪ I'm popular

♪ I'm the teacher's pet

♪ I make football bets

What the fuck are you doing?

I, uh, saw the smoke and got worried.

Are you a narc?

What?

No. I no narc.

I mean I'm not a narc. I wouldn't narc.

On what? On what would I narc?

Prove it.

Prove you're not a narc, narc.

Oh, well, thanks for the offer,

but I have a, uh, quiz-- quiz next period.

And, uh-- - Smoke it or I'll smoke you.

Thank you. Thanks.

Nice. Good stuff.

Sorry I got you in trouble.

I just saw you watching me in gym like a fucking cop.

Uh, well, I'm new here,

so I can understand the, uh, misunderstanding.

Didn't mean to stare.

Don't sweat it.

Literally, stop sweating.

Haven't you ever been suspended before?

No, I-I can't be here.

The first time always seems scarier than it really is.

You're fine. Just chill.

You don't understand.

My dad is going to kill me when he finds out.

Okay.

Okay.

I got you.

What are you doing?

Shh. Trust me.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Ma'am, my friend just had her period.

And I was wondering if I could escort her to my locker

where I keep my feminine products.

Would that be okay?

♪ I miss your laugh

♪ The touch of your hands

Mm. Oh.

- ♪ How I long - Take a sip of that bad boy.

♪ For you to understand

Delicious.

Oh.

Mmm.

Are you a little nervous about our jailbreak earlier?

Were you one of those goody- goodies at your old school?

Not exactly, no.

I was, uh...

homeschooled before coming here.

That makes so much sense.

Kidding.

Kind of.

So is this like where you cool kids hang out after school?

Used to be. But screw that after-school shit.

My girlfriend and I would cut class to come here.

Her name was Nancy, but she's dead now.

Murdered last year.

My, uh, condolences.

She was a total knockout.

Voted best all around by her class.

She had the warmest smile, infectious laugh.

Pierced clit.

Oh, wow. She sounds-- sounded lovely.

Yeah. But...

in this town, that's a death sentence.

Please.

Kiddo.

Help your old man out.

Kill her.

See? Prom queen, pulverized.

Star quarterback, slain.

Valedictorian? More like Vale-no-morian.

And I can't even begin to describe the horrors

that befell the bowling team.

Largest mass disemboweling on record.

Dang.

Yeah.

And that was just last year.

I'm in here.

Um, hi.

What are you doing? You shouldn't be up.

I'm not on my deathbed, kiddo.

Yeah.

Look, time flies, huh?

Oh, I, uh, found your first knife, too.

Hmm, cute.

Anyway, got to run.

Those pesky teens aren't going to stalk themselves.

Um, you need-- you need a lift or...

Or I-I could come along.

Maybe wait in the car in case you need me.

Nah, I got it covered. Get some rest.

♪ They said I got the best of 'em ♪

♪ But I live too fast to slow down ♪

♪ Guess I was born to die young ♪

♪ So smoke 'em if you got 'em

♪ This can't be how they tell ya ♪

♪ If it is, I don't wanna know

♪ This can't be how I find out

Hey.

You got a light?

A woodwind requires maximum lung capacity,

which would be compromised

by just a single puff of that cigarette.

Not to mention, the chemicals found in tobacco products

have long been known to cause cancer, diabetes,

heart disease, stroke,

and a host of chronic obstructive pulmonary diseases.

You have got to go.

Hey, there, stranger.

Are you picking on our dear Patty Cake?

You know I hate that name.

Uh, I, um...

Yo, check it out.

Hot off the stolen presses.

Oh, hell yes.

Love it.

Dynamo work, my friend.

Tonight's the night. Come on out.

On a school night? I can't.

Oh, come on, Patty.

I heard they don't even card.

Drinks on me.

You coming?

Hey, show tonight.

Dude, show tonight.

Ladies, you coming to the show tonight?

Tell your friends, okay?

Yeah. You take one, too.

Hey, killer show tonight. You got to be there.

♪ Oh, no

♪ I wanna know who's in control ♪

♪ Yeah, who's in control - See you tonight?

♪ Is there a way for me to kill the girl I wish I were? ♪

♪ Won't let me be because I'll never be enough for her ♪

♪ Animal part of me, she never stays too far from me ♪

- Study hall? - ♪ She tastes like meat

♪ She tastes like blood, she tastes so sweet ♪

Daydreaming?

Uh, uh...

Yeah.

I just wanted to apologize.

I think we got started on the wrong foot.

I usually practice under the bleachers

so the other kids won't mess with me, so...

So you're new here.

Yeah.

That's fun.

Or maybe it's not. I'm sorry.

I didn't-- I didn't mean to, like, speak for you.

Anyway, if you ever need someone

to show you around town, let me know.

Not that I get out much, but--

Well, no. I mean, I leave my house

to go places like-- like-- like school and-- and... school.

But yeah.

Thanks.

Of course.

That's Izzy.

We don't have a dance squad here.

But if we did, Izzy would surely be captain.

She won second place at the talent show last year.

Mr. Ferguson won't let her get up from her desk,

but she still finds a way to practice her righteous moves.

What's up?

So, I'd love to hear how everything's coming together.

Well, I was wondering

if you could provide some insight on procedure.

Happy to.

Okay.

How would one reverse the circle?

Is there an appeal process of some kind?

What's to appeal?

You see the circle. You kill the kid.

Pretty straightforward.

Why are you asking?

I don't know.

Offing Sam Crane just doesn't feel right.

Sam Crane.

The girl who nearly killed you.

Exactly. She didn't run. She fought me.

She set a trap.

She's promiscuous.

She's crass.

She-- She abuses drugs.

Abuses drugs? Like-- Like what, weed?

Like weed?

I can't believe what I'm hearing here.

What's wrong with a little change?

They're not all that bad.

Take, um, Izzy, for instance.

Check out this dance routine she did.

She's actually pretty cool.

Okay. Let me stop you there.

You can't let your emotions cloud your judgment.

Emotions?

This isn't up for debate.

Sam dies. The dancing queen dies.

The rest of that misfit group-- D-E-A-D.

I want those nachos hot. Extra sour cream.

♪ Don't

Don't tell me you guys already played.

Yeah, you missed it, dude.

Like our best show ever. The crowd went the fuck off.

Damn, really?

No, there were like six people there.

And Billy got so drunk, he pissed his pants three songs in.

Hey.

I'm so sorry.

Uh, are you heading out now or--

Uh, well, I am.

Not sure about Prince of Puke over there, but...

You wanted to join me for some beer murdering?

The promoter refused to pay us,

so I stole this parting gift of cheap swill.

So, where will we take these innocent beers to die?

To the folly of youth.

Cheers.

God, I'm not going to miss this place.

What are your plans after graduation?

To get as far away from here as I possibly can.

Smart move.

It's just been...

...so much death at this school.

And the town just carries on without missing a beat.

I can't tell you how many funerals I've been to

since freshman year.

That's fucked up.

Just another day in the neighborhood, I guess.

But, uh...

...you're cool.

This is cool.

Hanging.

Oh, uh...

I made you this.

Um... can we... listen to it?

Right now?

That won't be weird?

Thank you.

♪ Squirming out of my skin ♪

♪ I'm in love with you ♪

♪ Keep a picture of me in a heart around your neck ♪

♪ My worst decisions are the ones I like the best ♪

♪ Took me under the bleachers like we were 17♪

♪ My feelings always make a fucking fool of me ♪

♪ A fool of me ♪

♪ I'm squirming out of my skin ♪

♪ Is this really happening to me?♪

♪ I'm learning how to be someone ♪

♪ I could put my faith in ♪

♪ If it really came down to me ♪

♪ Just 'cause you know what you want ♪

♪ Doesn't mean you get to choose ♪

♪ Squirming out of my skin ♪

♪ I'm in love with you ♪

Oh! Oh.

Uh, I'm-- Sorry.

I, uh, should probably go run and grab... that.

Abbie, hang on.

♪ I'm in love with you

♪ In love with you

Where have you been?

Out.

Until 3:00 in the morning?

Yeah. Not like I have a curfew.

Because I called Glenn.

He said the last he heard from you is a little after 9:00.

- So? - So why are you out so late?

Have you been drinking?

Please.

Knock it off with the after-school-special bullshit.

The more you get to know them, the closer you get...

...the harder it will be to do your job.

Thanks for the advice, old man.

She's not your friend, Abigail.

None of this is real.

So tragic, what happened to Izzy.

All it takes is for one good dance move to go bad.

Just one.

It's me.

Do you know that kid?

Your dad's here.

I don't even want to ask about the getup today.

Do you think this will make the cut?

Don't care. Who's working the store?

Uh...

How's it going?

What's going on?

Get in the car.

Here.

Those two, coming out the door right now.

Crap.

Finish the job. Tonight.

The more you get to know them, the closer you get...

...the harder it'll be to do your job.

We're barely staying afloat month to month.

The store won't survive another setback.

None of this is real, Abigail.

She's not your friend.

You hung over?

I, uh-- Yeah. A little bit.

Last night was fun.

So you want to come over, listen to records?

Can't. I got work.

Okay. I could pick you up after.

We could grab a bite.

I can show you my favorite pizza place.

Not today.

Oh.

Okay.

Cool.

What's up?

♪ I've got questions, throw it ♪

♪ And I shoot from the hip

♪ I got one in the chamber and 12 in the clip ♪

Ow! Shit!

Um, I knocked a few times.

The window was open.

And then you crept, like a creep.

Sorry I attacked. First instinct.

You want to fool around?

What?

Where's that from?

It's nothing.

Sorry, I didn't mean to--

Hello?

Patty?

What's wrong?

What?

No.

How?

Oh, my God. Um...

I'm just here with Abbie.

Sure. Uh...

Okay, call me back.

Izzy's dead.

What?

No.

Hello?

Yeah, I just heard.

What?

Are you kidding me? Who else?

No.

Abbie?

Officer, what happened?

We, the people of this community, deserve to know.

Everyone, please go back to your homes.

Let us do our job.

Oh, my God.

What is happening to our town?

What is happening to our children?

Abbie!

Where have you been?

Did you see me over there?

I was just sort of improvising,

but I really felt that last moment.

Great scene partner. Real stuff.

Hello? Abbie!

They're just like us, Glenn.

I'm going to need your help.

Sam Crane.

- Who is this? - Never mind that.

If you and your friends don't skip town tonight,

you'll all be gutted like the...

Uh...

Them's at the slaughter.

Okay. Come on, really. Who is this?

Silence, stupid teen.

Now, heed my warning and get out while you still can.

Okay, asshole.

How do I know that you're telling the truth

and this isn't some prank call?

Prank call?

Your friends and classmates are dying all around you.

And you think this is a--

Oh, damn it.

Hello? Are you still there?

Just get out, you stupid twat.

- What was that about? - We're next.

So what do we do?

Maybe it's time we get the fuck out of Dodge.

Great idea. I'll drive.

♪ They said I got the...

♪ But I live too fast to slow down ♪

Wow, Billy, I didn't know you could draw.

Don't let his prodigious beer consumption fool you.

Billy's got a full ride to the Clover Falls Art Academy

next year.

What's the story?

Well, there's good news and there's bad news.

What's the bad news?

The bad news is they don't have the part we need,

so the van won't be fixed till Monday.

The good news is, if we cut through those woods over there,

we'll hit Camp Chillgood in like a mile or so.

That's the good news?

It sounds like a good place to lie low.

An abandoned campground seems like a good place to lie low?

The old dude in there said it's haunted.

It was definitely him, Glenn. I just know it.

Straight out of the "Bladecut 2" playbook.

Abbie, come on.

Are you ready for your big break?

How much farther?

This feels misguided.

I'm glad you're here.

We can still turn around.

There it is.

Home, sweet home.

Guys?

Guys?

I'm beginning to have second thoughts.

I don't like the look of-- Aah!

This place is cursed.

Leave now while you still can.

Hey, back off, weirdo.

Go!

Leave these woods

or you'll end up like the rest of them.

Dead.

- Where did you come from, guy? - Uh...

You don't smell like a dirty-ass drunk.

Is that cologne?

Uh...

Sparkling water?

Uh, uh...

You-- You must go!

Wait a minute.

Yeah. I've seen you before.

Uh...

These woods, it's-- it's not safe here, and--

Okay, I'm sorry.

I can't continue with--

That is some Loch Ness-level shit.

Hey.

They got a fire pit.

Anybody want to roast some wieners?

How about a scary story?

Yes.

Anybody got a good one?

How about a real scary story?

According to that newspaper,

teenage campers have been butchered year after year

on these grounds.

Whoa. Just like our high school.

Did they ever catch the killer?

No. It's impossible to catch a ghost.

A ghost?

Roger Bladecut.

Do you think that's the same guy that's after us?

Come on. You guys don't really believe in this crap, do you?

It's true.

Roger Bladecut is real.

Look, some 60 years ago, Roger was a little boy, a camper here,

and he died playing in that barn across the way.

Little Roger wasn't the most popular of campers.

So when a counselor forced his bunk-mates

to take him along for a game of tag,

the group was none too pleased.

Now, Roger, an uncoordinated and clumsy kid,

couldn't catch a single soul that day.

He leapt and dove

and he chased the children for what seemed like hours.

Every inch of the camp was covered during his pursuit,

which tragically ended here.

The campers were ruthless,

taunting the boy as he lurched and stumbled

on the rafters above.

Having grown exhausted,

his eyes blurry from the tears streaming down his face...

...Roger tripped on a loose plank.

He flew through that opening

where he plummeted 30 feet to his death.

Damn.

So a little boy is murdering everyone in the town.

No.

Roger is very much grown now.

And with his machete, he chops up any teens

foolish enough to visit the camp where he once died.

You know, Abbie, for a recent transplant,

you sure know a lot about this boogeyman.

It was my favorite bedtime story.

Hey.

Ahoy down there.

Are you crazy?

Just looking for our little ghost boy.

You have to get down.

- Oooh. - Now.

Ghost boy.

Sam?

Stay down here.

Not cool.

Sam? Abbie?

Found her.

We found something, too.

Holy shit.

It's too good to be true.

You're right. No keys.

Maybe we could hot-wire it.

They make it look pretty easy in the movies.

We need to get inside.

Okay, whatever we do, we can't fall asleep.

Don't worry. I've got us covered.

Uppers to get us through the night.

No, thanks. I'm naturally caffeinated.

Okay, just one.

♪ Crashing in like a waterfall ♪

♪ I know it's not pretty when I get like this ♪

♪ I know it's not pretty when I get like this ♪

♪ I know it's not pretty when I get like this ♪

♪ But I'm so pretty - Yo.

♪ You put up with it

♪ But you're not ready for it

Boo!

I hate this slow shit.

No, Billy. Don't change it.

I love this song.

Come on.

You puke on me and I will kill you

before Bladecut has a chance.

♪ Kill me softly

♪ I know you'll come back to me ♪

♪ And you're everything that I could need ♪

♪ One day when you come back again ♪

♪ I guess...

Sam?

Yeah?

Are you sure these are uppers?

I'm pretty sure.

At least, that's what the label said.

Who sold you the bottle?

Nobody.

I found them in that car parked in the barn.

Oh, shit.

Where's Sam?

Where's Billy?

Oh, my God.

Fuck me.

That's a charred dick.

Oh, Billy.

I found the rest of Billy.

Patty?

Time to go.

I knew it.

Patty.

Now, hold up.

You two know each other?

The weird kid and the new girl.

Look what I found.

That's how you did it.

The two of you in cahoots together.

You killed them all.

And now you brought us here to die.

I can explain.

All my friends, dead.

Please, don't do this.

You sick motherfuckers.

Patty?

Shit.

Okay.

Now, stay calm.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

But whatever you do, don't--

Wait.

How do you know he's not the killer?

I know you are, but what am I?

Come on!

Come on, Abbie. Come on. - Go, Abbie.

- Come on. - Go, go!

Oh, he is so pissed.

Go!

Abbie.

Abbie, you need to keep going.

I-I can't.

What? Why? Run him the fuck over.

Hey.

Dad, stop!

Dad!

Please, I love her.

She needs to die.

Dad.

Sam!

Say something.

Look at me.

Dad?

Sam, I--

Please.

Who are you?

Please. Please.

No.

No.

Damn. End of an era.

Yup.

Wow.

♪ It hits me, and it feels like a kiss ♪

Oh, come on.

You're not the least bit curious?

Nope.

♪ I learn the same thing over and over again ♪

♪ I can't, I can't

♪ I can't feel anything

♪ I'm crying

♪ I'm crying

♪ I'm crying

♪ I'm crying

♪ Oh, God

♪ What is wrong with me?

♪ To thinking everyone that loves me fucking hates me ♪

♪ Guess I was born to die young ♪

♪ So smoke 'em if you got 'em

♪ Whiskey a go-go

♪ Head spinning, oh, no

♪ I want to know who's in control ♪

♪ Yeah, who's in control?

♪ She's calculated

♪ I'm fucking clueless

♪ Chaotic stupid

♪ I'll get used to feeling useless ♪

♪ Is there a way for me to kill the girl I wish I were? ♪

♪ Won't let me be because I'll never be enough for her ♪

♪ Animal part of me, she never stays too far from me ♪

♪ She tastes like meat, she tastes like blood ♪

♪ She tastes so sweet

♪ Whiskey a go-go

♪ Head spinning, oh, no

♪ Rereading old texts

♪ Burning holes right through my conscience ♪

♪ My head is crowded

♪ My thoughts are clouded

♪ Is this my life or just a fond "fuck you" to a friend? ♪

♪ Is there a way for me to kill the girl I wish I were? ♪

♪ Won't let me be because I'll never be enough for her ♪

♪ Animal part of me, she never stays too far from me ♪

♪ She tastes like meat, she tastes like blood ♪

♪ She tastes so sweet

♪ I'm feeling crazy

♪ I'm feeling crazy over you

♪ Look what she made it

♪ Driving down, you made it, too ♪

♪ Roses and daisies

♪ Never cared for your perfume

♪ I light a cigarette

♪ You smelled the fire

♪ You're telling me it takes all night ♪

♪ To get things right

♪ It takes all night

♪ To get things right and off my chest ♪

♪ I guess it's just another case of loneliness ♪

♪ I'm feeling crazy

♪ I'm feeling crazy over you

♪ Look what she made it

♪ Driving down, you made it, too ♪

♪ Roses and daisies

♪ Never cared for your perfume ♪

♪ I light a cigarette

♪ You smelled the fire

♪ You tell me it takes all night ♪

♪ To get things right

♪ It takes all night

♪ To get things right and off my chest ♪

♪ I guess it's just another case ♪

♪ It takes all night

♪ It takes all night

♪ To get things right

♪ To get things right

♪ It takes all night

♪ It takes all night

♪ To get things right and off my chest ♪

♪ I guess it's just another case of loneliness ♪

♪ In my head, I couldn't stop

♪ Piece the past together

♪ Out of sight, out of mind

♪ Something new I can't remember ♪

♪ I can't remember

♪ I can't remember

♪ Something new and soft and tender ♪

♪ In my head, I couldn't stop ♪

♪ Piece the past together

♪ Out of sight, out of mind

♪ Something new I can't remember ♪

♪ I can't remember

♪ I can't remember

♪ I can't remember

♪ Something new and soft and tender ♪