i open the front door
was the day i hit the floor
just another one of my stunts
felt the brunt
a hunt for a deep cut
i’ll never confront
i love a front
but am i having fun?
i’ve got the gun, taste of blood
i’d put my hair in a bun, i’d shun
‘cause love
it’s tough and i’ve had enough
now i’m on the run
but from what?