Well it's the same old story and the same old tricks I play
But you play em with me and it makes a real fun game
And oh no I think you might know me
So I'll run I'll run I'll run so far away
So get your gun Annie and fill me full of tiny little holes
And love me love me good til I don't have a f*cking pulse
I got a mind like a steel trap It's rusty and frowned on by authority
But as my luck would have it you went and got caught in me
Now misery's good company but I'd rather be kicking it with you
But I got these temptation hesitation still in rehabilitation blues
So get your gun Annie and fill me full of tiny little holes
And love me love me good til I don't have a f*cking pulse
So get your gun Annie and fill me full of tiny little holes
And love me love me good til I don't have a f*cking pulse