[Verse 1]Hahaha, I kid you notI think I just heard my Luger saying:”Shoot me, shoot meFire me through his wrinkly face”Well, it’s not that I don’t want toBut first, I wanna hear you yelling”Kill me, kill me, kill me”, hahaha[Verse 2]Well, well, well, what have we hereA shitload full of no fucking moneyOh my darling, that’s not nearly good enoughYeah, doggy-style was never my thingI get my spin with other men andHoney, honey, honey, guess what[Chorus 1]I never did care for waitingI better like compensatingAnd mama just taught me one thingSewing stitches like a madameLiving is overwhelmingDying might just be your thingAnd papa just taught me one thing:”Take things into your own hands!”[Post-Chorus]Hey now, don’t be blurryYou know I hate those eyesI am sorry'Cause I love youLike a rattlesnakeLike a bellyacheLike this gun to your faceAnd people do crazy things for love[Verse 3]Click, goodbye and there he goesMan, this whole idea is turningVery messyLooks just like the fetish chamberBut this madame has got an empireAnd old Marcel, goodbye, farewellI hope you go to hellClick, bang![Verse 4]Sew, sew, sew and sew all nightWith all these goddamn wrinklesI can stretch him just like a skin-coloured rubberbandGotta say it makes it easyThink I start to like him betterRubber, rubber - my rubberman[Chorus 2]I never did care for waitingI better like compensatingAnd mama just taught me one thingSewing stitches like a madameKilling is overwhelmingAnd dying was always your thingAnd papa just told me one thing:”Take things into your own hands!”[Post-Chorus]Hey now, don’t be blurryYou know I hate those eyesI am sorry'Cause I love youLike a rattlesnakeLike a bellyacheLike this gun to your faceAnd people do crazy things for love[Bridge]Rubberman, do my bidding, yeahRubberman always willing andRubberman’s head is spinning whenRattlesnake pulls her string andMy marionetto kind of guyHe won’t ever ask me why, noSo let the games begin[Chorus 3]I never did care for waitingI better like compensatingAnd mama just taught me one thingSewing stitches like a madameLiving is overwhelmingDying might just be your thingAnd papa just taught me one thing:”Take things into your own hands!”Oh, killing is overwhelming andDying was always your thingAnd papa just taught me one thing, yeah”Take things into your own hands!”
