So you got it all figured out, huh? Gonna drop the bomb now are ya? Surrounded by the people who have got it all figured out, huh? Going with the wave that just hit ya Too much possessions attached to your fins, huh? It ain't exactly like a "closet run-out" You just gotta keep that wardrobe up to date Are you the mad? (Are you the mad?) Are you the bitter? (Are you the bitter?) Thank God I'm a turncoat killer There's nothing, nothing that gets me off like you do So you think you're so fucking tough, huh? Waving that middle finger around ya But just simply avoiding the ones oiling up your guns, huh? You see I once was just like you with an agenda That I thought would prosper (me) And no I couldn't care less if anyone else were to suffer (or bleed) I ain't exactly dumb fucking type, though So guess what (yeah what?) Unlike some, I grew up Are you the mad? (Are you the mad?) Are you the bitter? (Are you the bitter?) Thank God I'm a turncoat killer There's nothing, nothing that gets me off like you do To believe In everything Not at once but Selectively I can see You become Both the beauty And the beast Crossbreed Ain't no reason To answer me Are you the mad? (Are you the mad?) Are you the bitter? (Are you the bitter?) Thank God I'm a turncoat killer There's nothing, nothing that gets me off Are you the mad? (Are you the mad?) Are you the bitter? (Are you the bitter?) Thank God I'm a turncoat killer There's nothing, nothing that gets me (gets me) There's nothing, nothing that gets me off like you do