Go Hang Music - Botched Lyrics

You know that guy that shot himself in the back of the van?
Botched it and blasted his whole f*cking face in half
You know that guy had a f*cking rock 'n' roll band?
And they kicked some major
F*cking
Ass

When I put on their record it makes me wish I had a rifle in my hands
Walking around slowly getting everybody back
You know what I mean?
When I skip my pills it's the best time to put on their jams
I wonder what they ended up doing with that guy's van
Oh well

When I reel into death I want to do it laughing
A ha ha
Like the joke that it really is
It is
Like it really went too far
It did
Like I never wanna hear it again
I don't

No taste
You're tasteless
A deep black
You're colorless
No depth
You're shallow
You're transparent
You're see-through

I'll wring your neck with my bare hands
Along with the rest of the institutions' staff
It's bleeding time until I snap
I'm throwing in the towel and not looking back

Kinda reminds me of this song he had that used to make me wanna kill you and your kids
If I remember correctly, it went a little something like this
I f*cking wrote this
OK

Slit wrists with the opaque glass
From bottles filled with liquid black
I soak it up and pour it back
Throwing in the towel and taking the flack
Slit wrists with the opaque glass
From bottles filled with liquid death
I load it up and fire it back
I'll kill the president, burn the flag
Slit wrists with the opaque glass
From bottles filled with my pure wrath
I suck it up and spit it back
And feed it to you you fag