3 A.M.

There is no escaping, there's no place to hide

You scream, "Someone save me"

But they don't pay no mind, goodbye

You're walkin' down a horror corridor

It's almost four in the mornin' and you're in a nightmare

It's horrible, right there's the coroner

Waitin' for you to turn the corner so he can corner ya

You're a goner, he's on to ya

Out the corner of his cornea he just saw you run

All you want is to rest 'cause you can't run anymore, you're done

All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience

While everybody is watchin' in the party, applauding it

Here I sit while I'm caught up in deep thought again

Contemplating my next plot again

Swallowin' a Klonopin while I'm noddin' in and out on the ottoman

At the Ramada Inn, holdin' on to the pill bottle, then

Lick my finger and swirl it 'round the bottom and make sure I got all of it

Wake up naked at McDonald's with blood all over me

Dead bodies behind the counter, shit

Guess I must've just blacked out again, not again

It's 3 a.m. in the mornin'

Put my key in the door

Bodies layin' all over the floor and

I don't remember how they got there

But I guess I must've killed them, killed them

I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin'

Put my key in the door

Bodies layin' all over the floor and

I don't remember how they got there

But I guess I must've killed them, killed them

Sitting nude in my living room, it's almost noon

I wonder what's on the tube, maybe they'll show some boobs

Surfing every channel until I find Hannah Montana

Then I reach for the aloe and lanolin

Bust all over the wall panel and dismantlin'

Every candle on top of the fireplace mantel and

Grab my flannel and my bandana then

Kiss the naked mannequin man again

You can see him standin' in my front window if you look in

I'm just a hooligan who's used to usin' hallucinogens

Causin' illusions again, brain contusions again

Cutting and bruising the skin, razors, scissors, and pins

Jesus, when does it end?

Phases that I go through, dazed, and I'm so confused

Days that I don't know who gave these molecules to

Me, what am I gonna do?

Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical one

Very methodical, when I slaughter them

It's 3 a.m. in the mornin'

Put my key in the door

Bodies layin' all over the floor and

I don't remember how they got there

But I guess I must've killed them, killed them

I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin'

Put my key in the door

Bodies layin' all over the floor and

I don't remember how they got there

But I guess I must've killed them, killed them

She puts the lotion in the bucket, it puts the lotion on the skin

Or else it gets the hose again

She puts the lotion in the bucket, it puts the lotion on the skin

Or else it gets the hose again

I duck and I slash, slice and gash, last night was a blast

I can't quite remember when I has that much fun

Off a half pint of the Jack, my last Vic' and a half

A flashlight up Kim Kardashians ass

I remember the first time I dismembered the family member

December, I think it was, I was havin' drinks with my cousin

I wrapped him in Christmas lights, pushed him into the stinkin' tub

Cut him up into pieces, then just when I went to drink his blood

I thought I oughta drink his bath water, that oughta be fun

That's when my days of serial murder man slaughter begun

The sight of blood excites me, that might be an artery, son

Your blood curdlin' screams just don't seem to bother me none

It's 3 a.m. and here I come, so you should probably run

A secret passage way around here, man, there's got to be one

Oh no, there's probably none, he can scream all that he wants

Top of his lungs, it ain't no stoppin' me from choppin' him up, up

'Cause it's 3 a.m. in the mornin'

Put my key in the door

Bodies layin' all over the floor and

I don't remember how they got there

But I guess I must've killed them, killed them

I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin'

Put my key in the door

Bodies layin' all over the floor and

I don't remember how they got there

But I guess I must've killed them, killed them