Lyrics:

Pull up your car you're home from the night on the town Could not find anyone to go home with to show off your insecurity So you put your 'I love you face' back on When you are this way you think you are God But the people around you are destroyed Coming home getting off by killing who you love I hope you end up in a body bag Walk up to your room to be with your lover Although they don't share your desire That night frustrated and intoxicated You need to leech onto another When you are this way you think you are God But the people around you are destroyed Coming home getting off by killing who you love I hope you end up in a body bag Pretend you are the king One day this will all come back to you One day your child will be a man