My New Ruger Lyrics

My anger finds interesting ways to manifest

Most nights I watch footage of nine eleven while I get wrecked

And sometimes I look you up on my computer

And I stare into those empty lying eyes

Sometimes I try to get back in touch with you

But you ignore every single one of my desperate tries

You're the sugary sweet smell of morning feces

After a night of trying to drink my sad self to death

You're the dried semen stains on the crawlspace floor

From when you used to suck on my fucking dork when we first met

So now I'm going to shoot myself

Swallow the business end of my new ruger

I've got a long damn list of people I'm going to take with me

And it starts with Federal Agent Krueger

And Bobby Burns, where ever you are

I marked your ass with a big red star

I'm going to hack you to bits with a large cleaver

And then I'll feed your fucking bits to your golden retrievers

And then I'll cut up them golden retrievers with that same cleaver

And somehow finagle a way to feed them to your little sister

I bet you'll miss her, you fucking punk, yeah

You used to suck on my dork

You used to suck on my dork

You used to suck on my dork

You used to suck on my dork

You used to suck on my dork

You used to suck on my dork

You used to suck on my dork

You used to suck on my dork

Good God, you used to suck