Oh, no They call me dangerous; they call me fun And oh, no They playin' with fire and loaded guns And I'm a bottle rocket in an anthill I treat my fucking body like a landfill Climbing up a mountain like a molehill 'Cause I feel better when I bitch Pain pills Can't deal with the shitty way my heart feels Selling my Nintendo for the light bill Hope I feel better when I'm rich Gatta call the courthouse 'Cause Mr. Wilson's got another warrant out So call my attorney 'Cause I'm going from the gurney to the grave I've been walking this road a lot longer than it's been paved Call Mr. McVeigh You won't always land on your feet You gatta show your teeth to eat You took the black sheep and made a wolf Bang bang can't get him to leave You will all alone And oh, no They call me dangerous; they call me fun And oh, no They playin' with fire and loaded And loaded, and loaded, and loaded I'm loaded, I'm a loaded gun, gun So bang bang, bang bang, bang Uh huh, uh huh Bang bang, bang bang, bang Uh huh, uh huh Bang bang, bang bang, bang Uh huh, uh huh Bang bang, bang bang, bang ♪ I caught a charge, he caught these hands His mouth was bouncing checks again I don't know what I'm supposed to do Just getting pushed around again I don't think so no, no, no, no, no, no I don't think so no, no, no, no, no, no