Put the Gun Down

Man, what the fuck? I said, man, what the fuck? I said, man, what the fuck? Why do you think you can make a shot and reload Then your trigger will not stop again and again The hail of bullets in my holed bloody body Then you're at ease staring at my wounds Thinking of a disease, making an excuse Saying: "I'm so sorry!" Girl, what the fuck? Where did you fucking learn how to handle the gun Aiming at the bodies of all poor people? Funny as hell after killing men You think the reason for this — the need You've got to please your bloody cunning nature So can you feel my pain? No, you can't You're little piece of death So can you feel my pain? No, you can't You're little piece of death Shout it out if you feel it, shout out if you feel it Shout it out if you feel it, shout out if you feel it Shout it out if you feel it, shout out if you feel it Shout it out if you feel it, if you feel it (Shout it out if you feel it) Shout out if you feel it, shout it out (If you feel it) Shout out if you feel it This pain hurts! This pain hurts! (Shout it out if you feel it) Shout out if you feel it, shout it out (If you feel it) Shout out if you feel it This pain hurts! This pain hurts! Shout it out if you feel it, shout out if you feel it, shout it out If you feel it, shout out if you feel it This pain hurts! This pain hurts! Because of you Because of you Because of you Love, blame, hate, kill, feel the pain Love, blame, hate, kill, feel the pain (Girl, put the gun down!) Love, blame, hate, kill, feel the pain (Girl, whoa, put the gun down!) Love, blame, hate, kill, feel the pain