It's A Metaphor, Fool
This song is called,
"It's a metaphor, fool."

Sixteen names on my list
but none of them could ever get me hot like this. (YEAH!!!)
Got your scars on my wrist
you're safe inside my fist

(Now let the fun begin! Sing!)

All you are to me is dead skin
Flaking off my hands onto the pavement
All you are to me is dead skin
Breakin' up my band won't bring you payment.

Woah! (Love like no other)
Woah! (We told your mother)
Woah! (Love like no other)
Woah! (We told your mother)

So here's the plan:
you're giving in to every sick demand
Buying the band our own apartment
Here is your past:
flashing forward out to whip your ass,
into the form adorn when you were born.

Woah! (Love like no other)
Woah! (We told your mother)
Woah! (Love like no other)
Woah! (We told your mother, baby boy)

All you are to me is dead
All you are to me is dead
All you are to me is dead skin

(Come on!)

All you are to me is dead
Sixteen bullets split your head
All you are to me is dead skin

(Go! Go! Go!)

All you are to me is dead
All you are to me is dead
All you are to me is dead skin

All you are to me is dead
Sixteen bullets split your head
All you are to me is dead skin