MadChild - Dead Man Walking lyrics

Gucci rollerskates and a pink beeper Louis V, D-cup, think seka Mad Child sleep deep like I breathe ether The Mad Child hold heat like The Grim Reaper She tastes like a peach, sacred now vagrant so hatred is deep Vagrants and snakes take her out to the beach Have nightmare sweat, work it out in my sleep I used to mask pain with c**aine and oxys Now the pain still feel real on Suboxone Pain is by caused this very bad posture Feeling bad really sad in a clown costume If life is a game I am so losing Life filled with depression and no movement We make choices, I hear yours loud and clear Strange voices, get the f** out of here Pretty good pretending that I dont care As I battle with adult fear Olympics in Whistler with Adolph Hitler The devil and his misfits were there for Christmas The dinner was delicious, smashing dishes I come back clean more brash and vicious Irrational thoughts make myself look ugly, the pa**ion is lost Trying to change my ways, still stashing the Glock Trying to keep love locked, start smashing the box f** everyone, I am never done Mad Child love God like Reverend Run Back at level 1 tears filling up my eyes like the Seventh Son Thats all she gets, three packs of cigarettes now Im past regret Im a dead man walking, head plant often Keep on talking, tin can coughing Codename Terror, c**aine nearer Stopped drug binge just to see things clearer Ill hit em with the thunderous clap Ive been driving five hours with a gun on my lap Im feeling like Im under attack You can tell em' that the old head hunter is back Shanes existence is pain inflicted Theyre saying hes different, insane and twisted