I'm not fucking around.



I think I'm coming out.

All the deceivers and cheaters,

I've think we've got a bleeder right now.

Want you to slap me around,

Want you to knock me out.

Well, you missed me, kissed me,

Now you better kick me down.



Maybe you're the runner up,

But the first one to lose the race.

Almost only really counts in,

Horseshoes and hand grenades.



I'm gonna burn it all down,

I'm gonna rip it out.

Well, everything that you employ,

Was meant for me to destroy,

To the ground now.

So don't you fuck me around,

Because I'll shoot you down.

I'm gonna drink, fight, and fuck,

And pushing my luck,

All the time now.



Maybe you're the runner up,

But the first one to lose the race.

Almost only really counts in,

Horseshoes and hand grenades.



Demolition, self-destruction.

What to annihilate,

This age-old contradiction.

Demolition, self-destruction.

What to annihilate,

This old age.



I'm not fucking around.

I think I'm coming out,

All the deceivers and cheaters,

I've think we've got a bleeder right now.

I'm not fucking around.

G-L-O-R-I-A.

G-L-O-R-I-A.

G-L-O-R-I-A.

G-L-O-R-I-A.