[Verse 1]
Hahaha, I kid you not
I think I just heard my Luger saying:
”Shoot me, shoot me
Fire me through his wrinkly face”
Well, it’s not that I don’t want to
But first, I wanna hear you yelling
”Kill me, kill me, kill me”, hahaha
[Verse 2]
Well, well, well, what have we here
A shitload full of no fucking money
Oh my darling, that’s not nearly good enough
Yeah, doggy-style was never my thing
I get my spin with other men and
Honey, honey, honey, guess what
[Chorus 1]
I never did care for waiting
I better like compensating
And mama just taught me one thing
Sewing stitches like a madame
Living is overwhelming
Dying might just be your thing
And papa just taught me one thing:
”Take things into your own hands!”
[Post-Chorus]
Hey now, don’t be blurry
You know I hate those eyes
I am sorry
'Cause I love you
Like a rattlesnake
Like a bellyache
Like this gun to your face
And people do crazy things for love
[Verse 3]
Click, goodbye and there he goes
Man, this whole idea is turning
Very messy
Looks just like the fetish chamber
But this madame has got an empire
And old Marcel, goodbye, farewell
I hope you go to hell
Click, bang!
[Verse 4]
Sew, sew, sew and sew all night
With all these goddamn wrinkles
I can stretch him just like a skin-coloured rubberband
Gotta say it makes it easy
Think I start to like him better
Rubber, rubber - my rubberman
[Chorus 2]
I never did care for waiting
I better like compensating
And mama just taught me one thing
Sewing stitches like a madame
Killing is overwhelming
And dying was always your thing
And papa just told me one thing:
”Take things into your own hands!”
[Post-Chorus]
Hey now, don’t be blurry
You know I hate those eyes
I am sorry
'Cause I love you
Like a rattlesnake
Like a bellyache
Like this gun to your face
And people do crazy things for love
[Bridge]
Rubberman, do my bidding, yeah
Rubberman always willing and
Rubberman’s head is spinning when
Rattlesnake pulls her string and
My marionetto kind of guy
He won’t ever ask me why, no
So let the games begin
[Chorus 3]
I never did care for waiting
I better like compensating
And mama just taught me one thing
Sewing stitches like a madame
Living is overwhelming
Dying might just be your thing
And papa just taught me one thing:
”Take things into your own hands!”
Oh, killing is overwhelming and
Dying was always your thing
And papa just taught me one thing, yeah
”Take things into your own hands!”
