Such A Sick Boy - One Man Army and The Undead Quartet

My Daddy’s got a shotgun

An arsenal of human disease

He taught me how to shoot

To trigger the double barrel monster

An invitation to downfall

A shiny error in evolution

The kid of the new world

Killed the day he was born

Such a sick boy walking the streets

Yeah, on the streets, he’s walking

Walking with a shotgun in his hand

He’s walking, walking with a shotgun

On his violent rampage!

Dark shades reflects society

Murder boy walks into system

Loaded with adrenaline and melted mind

One, two, three, four bodies waving goodbye

— Goodbye!!!

A storage of backwards knowledge

Where pain comes easily

Where defense is to kill!

Now he bleeds like the rest of them

My Daddy’s got a shotgun

An arsenal of human disease

He taught me how to shoot

To trigger the double barrel monster

An invitation to downfall

A shiny error in evolution

The kid of the new world

Killed the day he was born

Such a sick boy shot himself in the head

Such a sick boy shot himself in the head

I said, such a sick boy shot himself in the head

Just another dead boy dancing with the dead

Yeah, with the dead, he’s dancing

Dancing with a hole in his head

He’s dancing, dancing with a hole in his head