Lyrics
This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution
The blue stash of men
They claimed responsibility for the executions
Described as severely mentally disturbed
It appears to show another hostage executed by the terrorist group
Deserve to be annihilated
I get my kicks, and I wanna start a rager
I wanna dance like I'm on the video
I've got a fever for the violent behavior
I'm sweating bullets like a modern Romeo
Bang! Bang! Gimme fame!
Shoot me up to entertain (ah-ah)
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You're dead! I'm well fed!
Give me death or gimme head (ah-ah)
Daddy's little psycho, and Mommy's little soldier
I testify like a lullaby of memories
Broadcasting live, and it's on my radio
I've got my photobomb
I've got my Vietnam
I love a lie just like anybody else
Bang! Bang! Gimme fame!
Shoot me up to entertain (ah-ah)
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You're dead! I'm well fed!
Give me death or gimme head (ah-ah)
Broadcasting from my room, and playing with my toys
I wanna be a celebrity martyr (ah-ah)
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah! (Bang! Bang!) Hoorah! (Bang! Bang!)
The hero of the hour
Daddy's little psycho, and Mommy's little soldier
I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen
It's my private movie (holy war)
Oh baby, baby, this is viva vendetta
Oh, this is love, or it's world war zero
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
I wanna be a celebrity martyr (ah-ah)
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah! (Bang! Bang!) Hoorah! (Bang! Bang!)
The hero of the hour
Daddy's little psycho, and Mommy's little soldier
I wanna be a celebrity martyr (ah-ah)
The leading man in my own private drama
Hoorah! (Bang! Bang!) Hoorah! (Bang! Bang!)
The hero of the hour
Daddy's little psycho, and Mommy's little soldier
