Lyrics:

Throw your hands in the air (hey)
This is a robbery and release the bats
In fact, I think they're onto me
Your pretty face is going to Hell
That's what Iggy Pop said before they learned to sell

Fake rebelion, you're not a hellion, you're not E-V-I-L
I can tell from the smell of the burning rock stars
That are stacked up in piles
So take a picture and don't forget to smile

I'll give you five splats up on the blood splat rating system
In case you missed 'em, that's the one from '95
It's got stories of rat boys and kung fu inside

The rules are breaking before they're getting written
The blood from your fingers got your grip slightly slipping
It's okay, 'cause we're all going down
Trouble's always brewing, 'cause there's one in every town

This is a horror show, real horror show
Real horror show
(Yeah)
This is a horror show, real horror show
Real horror show

(Right)
Take a rock from the dead king's crown
You're feeling at home when you're in a ghost town
So disappear and here's the last warning, lay down your head

Close your eyes, you'll feel better in the morning
Light at the end of the tunnel is a train
Relax your head and shut off your brain
I got nothing else

This is a horror show, real horror show
Real horror show
(Yeah)
This is a horror show, real horror show
Real horror show
Check it out

This is a horror show, real horror show
Real horror show
(Yeah)
This is a horror show, real horror show
Real horror show
(Yeah)
This is a horror show, real horror show
Real horror show
(Yeah)
This is a horror show, real horror show
Real horror show

Blacklight thriller disguised as a killer
Not feeeling sick but always getting iller
Things go erratic when the beats get mathematic
Turn up the guns, 'cause they always shooting static

Yeah, I invented it but you resented it
Everything I own
That's right, you only renting it
You want rock 'n roll, how deep you want the soul?
I got the shovel, so tell me, can you dig it

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