♪ You're walking down a horror corridor It's almost four in the morning and you're in a Nightmare, it's horrible Right there's the coroner Waiting for you to turn a corner so he can corner you You're a corner, he's on to you At the corner of his corner, he just saw you run All you want is to rest cause you can't run anymore, you're done All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience While everybody is watching in the party you're plotting it Here I sit while I'm caught up in deep thought again Contemplating my next plot again Swallowing a Kamada pen while I'm nodding in and out on the art A minute of Armada in, holding on to the pill bottle then Lick my finger and swirl it round the bottom and make sure I got all of it Wake up naked at McDonald's with blood all over me Dead bodies behind the counter, *** Guess I must have just blacked out again, not again It's three AM in the morning, put my key in the door Bodies laying all over the floor And I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must have killed them, killed them I said It's three AM in the morning, put my key in the door Bodies laying all over the floor And I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must have killed them, killed them Sitting *** in my living room, it's almost noon I wonder what's on the tube, maybe they'll show some boobs Surfing every channel until I find Hannah Montana Then I reach for the aloe and lanolin Buzz all over the wall, paneling, dismantling Every candle on top of the fireplace, mantling *** my flannel and my bandana then Kiss the naked mannequin man again You can see him standing in my front window if you look in I'm just a hooligan who's used to using hallucinogens Causing illusions again, brain contusions again Cutting and bruising the skin Razor scissors and pins, jaysus when does it end Phases that I go through, days that I'm so confused Days that I don't know who gave these molecules to me What am I gonna do? Hey it's the prodigal son, the diabolical one Very methodical when I slaughter them It's three AM in the morning, put my key in the door Bodies laying all over the floor And I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must have killed them, killed them I said It's three AM in the morning, put my key in the door Bodies laying all over the floor And I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must have killed them, killed them She puts the leucine in the bucket It puts the leucine on the skin Or else it gets the holes again She puts the leucine in the bucket It puts the leucine on the skin Or else it gets the holes again I thought the night's last, lights and gas Last night was a blast I can't quite remember when I had that Much fun off a half pint of a Jack My last spike and a half A flashlight up Kim Kardashian's ass I remember the first time I dismembered a family member The slimmer I think it was I was having drinks with my cousin I wrapped him in Christmas lights Pushed him into the stinking tub Cut him up into pieces And just when I went to drink his blood I thought I oughta drink his bathwater That oughta be fun That's when my days of serial murder Manslaughter begun The sight of blood excites me That might be an artery, son Your blood curdling screams Just don't seem to bother me none It's 3 a.m. and here I come So you should probably run A secret passageway around him And there's got to be one Oh no, there's probably none He can scream all that he wants Top of his lungs But ain't no stopping me from chopping him up Cause if it's 3 a.m. in the morning Put my key in the door Everybody's laying all over the floor And I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed them Killed them I said, it's 3 a.m. in the morning Put my key in the door Everybody's laying all over the floor And I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed them Killed them I out Yeah I out I out