Flavor of the Week

Doctor, oh doctor

I need some direction

I put pen to paper and sing with inflection

These words that mean nothing

Dishonest, though cunning at best

I guess

So I'll break all the rules use your taste as a weapon

The Flavor of the Week was your latest obsession

Well Goddamn

Wait till' they see what I've got planned now

Allow me to reintroduce myself

(yeah! yeah! yeah!)

(yeah! yeah! yeah!)

I'm just a dying breed

Bred with amphetamines

They called me broken by the time that I hit seventeen

I drink my coffee black

Dress like a heart attack

Fuck with the venom trends I set em like I'm Cardi Bad

Oh my look at you now I got you

(shakin')

Oh my look at me now I'll make you

Feel good

Save yourselves

And pray to God he'll give them Hell

To pay, rebel and take that money for yourselves

Cause you can run, run Rudolph

Like I give a damn

I've got the sniper scope set with a steady hand

All that fame and wealth

Ain't gonna save you from yourself

(yeah! yeah! yeah)

Hey kid

I've got a way to save you from the heartache

Just gotta pay the fee to hit the party

You wanna live your life the fucking hard way?

Or take a walk with me and let your scars fade

Yeah you'll be begging for more I'll leave you hooked on phonics

Just take a step in the gore I'll leave you catatonic

We sell depression and act like it's fucking self expression

Fuck your good intentions I just wanna make you

Feel good

Save yourselves

And pray to God he'll give them Hell

To pay, rebel and take that money for yourselves

Cause you can run, run Rudolph

Like I give a damn

I've got the sniper scope set with a steady hand

Fame and wealth

Ain't gonna save you from yourself

OHHHHHHHHHH LET'S GO!

Let's give em something

Lord we'll get em jumping

Oh let's give em something to talk about

(whoo!)

I'll be your savior

Fucking innovator

God we'll give em something to talk about

Good God!

I need your money

Honey ain't it funny?

That I'm the only thing you talk about

I'll leave you bloody

What more do you want from me?

Talk is so cheap when you're walking loud

Doctor it seems upon further reflection

I'm rotted to the core with no need for direction

Now welcome aboard to my self-resurrection

I hope you enjoy

What the fuck rhymes with, "ection"

(laughs)

Dude, go to the next song man