mccain, edwin
a born killer
bitter and twisted
taking it out
on your mother and sister
white lie
i've been a bad boy
does anyone know the way
out of the freak show
kill joy
jonny come lately
he's taking my pain
and driving me crazy
a child star
messing with fire
guns in my hand
and i'm walking the wire
could it be i'm not worth saving
do you see
any redemption for my soul
i believe i can make it
when the darknes comes
down on me
outside you got the feeling
the walrus cried out
but no one was listening
he said happiness is a warm gun"