You won't think you'll make it out of this aliveIf you get the feeling you're not alone in the roomYou're notNumber in my days, I've been rollin' in my graveCause someone said my name, tell him look me in the faceI want bread, I want rum, I want murder for the funI've been trappin' for my city, sorry I just gotta runNumber in my days, I've been rollin' in my graveCause someone said my name, tell him look me in the faceI want bread, I want rum, I want murder for the funI've been trappin' for my city, sorry I just gotta runDemons in my head, and I've been seein' through the faceRollin' down the streets, and I've been lookin' for the freaksBaby, where's the care to me? Maybe * a better meWant some money, baby, tell him place a bet on meNever lost it, never talkin', I just gotta goFeelin' money to the face, and I've been wastin' it on graceLike a passion through the race, or the reaper from the graveBaby, I'm a demon, you can sayBaby, I'm a demon, you can sayBaby, I'm a demon, you can saySeein' through the face, yeah, rollin' down the streetsAnd I've been lookin' for the freaksBaby, where's the care to me? Maybe * a better meWant some money, baby, tell him place a bet on meNever lost it, never talkin', I just gotta goFeelin' money to the face, and I've been wastin' it on graceLike a passion through the race, or the reaper from the graveBaby, I'm a demon, you can sayBaby, I'm a demon, you can sayBaby, I'm a demon, you can say