I'm the wrong boy you dreamed about

Standing loud, I would never shout

Slouching in the hall with conviction



I'm the one with the leather views

Waiting in line to release the truth

Liquid right lends itself to direction



But with a machine gun

With a machine gun

With a machine, be more than seen

With a machine



The volume drones to a hundred black

We'll play "The End" and then give it back

To the comfy light of tradition



'Cause when the shroud is removed for you

The cutting edge becomes petting zoo

An ailing malted knight's new prescription



With a machine gun

With a machine gun

With a machine, be more than clean

With a machine



I don't really wanna touch you

I don't really wanna touch you

I don't really wanna touch you

I don't really wanna touch you

I don't really wanna touch you

Tonight, tonight



I'm the wrong boy you dreamed about

Standing loud, I would never shout

Slouching in the hall with conviction

With conviction

With conviction

With conviction...