Lyrics
Who the hell am I to you?
Some dumb figure you screwed
Funny how fame falls into shame
So fast
I ain't coming back
Help me seek out the truth
All my secrets in you
Well rumor has it you might get bit
No dog would lick your boot
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead
Shoot 'em in the head, shoot 'em in the head
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead
Shoot 'em in the head, in the fucking head
Am I dead to you?
Help me seek out the truth
All my secrets in you
She was so young, ripped out her tongue
Don't speak a word again
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead
Shoot 'em in the head, shoot 'em in the head
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead
Shoot 'em in the head, in the fucking head
I am dead to you
Written by: Wynton Alan Huddle