It's A Metaphor, Fool

"This song is called, 'It's A Metaphor, Fool.'" Sixteen names on my list But none of them could ever get me hot like this, yeah! Got your scars on my wrist You're safe inside my fist Now let the fun begin! Sing! All you are to me is dead skin Flaking off my hand onto the pavement All you are to me is dead skin Breaking up my band won't bring you payment Whoa, oh, oh Love like no other Whoa, oh, oh, oh We told your mother Whoa, oh, oh Love like no other Whoa, oh, oh, oh We told your mother So here's the plan You're giving in to every sick demand Buying the band our own apartment Here is your past Flashing forward out to whip your ass Into the form adorned when you were born Whoa, oh, oh Love like no other Whoa, oh, oh, oh We told your mother Whoa, oh, oh Love like no other Whoa, oh, oh, oh We told your mother, baby boy All you are to me is dead All you are to me is dead All you are to me is dead skin Come on! All you are to me is dead Sixteen bullets split your head All you are to me is dead skin Go! Go! Go! All you are to me is dead All you are to me is dead All you are to me is dead skin All you are to me is dead Sixteen bullets split your head All you are to me is dead skin