The Macks - King Hell Freaks Lyrics

Punch drunk, it's that blonde desire tirefire
Burning her belongings in a dumpster with a Bic lighter
She smiles and waves
Her .22 at me
I run and duck for cover before I catch a bullet between the cheeks
I'm on the run, leave me alone
Look over there, it's the global dick-head powerhouse
With shoulders like they're boulders and a roman candle in his mouth
He cocks his head
And lights the end
Flaming patriotic passion shooting from his neck

Feel my wrath
Go my way
Read my lips
I'm a King Hell Freak

An artist in her own right at the age of nine
Spray painting "FUCK YOU" on the local five and dime
She lobs a can
At my throat
Says, "Make your mark." but I graffiti in a clear coat
I'm on the run, leave me alone
A man named Dexter strumming on a guit-fiddle
Screaming, incoherent, you can hear it if you pay a little
Knows one song
He plays it well
Plucking wood from wire like a bat out of hell
I'm on the run, leave me alone

Feel my wrath
Go my way
Read my lips
I'm a King Hell Freak

I lay my head in my hands
I pull my heart through my sleeve
I got my foot in my mouth
I shoot Febreeze when I sneeze
I jab the bull with my horns
I sharpen knives with my teeth
I spit jet fuel from my lips
I am a King Hell Freak

I'm on the run, leave me alone
I'm far from home, honey, leave me alone

Feel my wrath
Go my way
Read my lips
I'm a King Hell Freak