Texty:
The Haunted Bullet Hole

Your eyes look just like bullet holes it must be all that crying you haven't learned a thing at all another helter skelter moonlight has come and

went unheard Buried in the casket, tucked under the earth For so long, with hopes that no one would get hurt, From this raging retard Riddled with bullet holes

and come and get some Bodies let me wet some Step to the Lil One and you get none Blast real fast you know you won't last The haunt is in the house,

when he got into a wreck first i cried for him and then i cried for me haunted by the ghost of the girl i used to be but the rocks with holes are warm

your gun with me, run with me Become one with me, this is channel three High definition, ghetto TV, DVD Cable networks, stick your fingers in the bullet holes