No Rabbit in the Hat Lyrics
| Song | No Rabbit in the Hat |
| Artist | Wednesday 13 |
| Album | Skeletons |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Beat my head against a wall | |
| If it wasn’t for the blood | |
| I wouldn’t it know it at all | |
| Smile at the camera with broken teeth | |
| Slit my wrists, say cheese and watch it bleed | |
| Well it’s ghouls night out | |
| Creeps on parade | |
| Creatures of the night they serenade | |
| Penny for your thoughts | |
| Penny for your eyes | |
| I cross my fucking heart and | |
| I hope you die | |
| And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah | |
| Well sticks and stones can break your bones | |
| But a 12 gauge sawn off | |
| Will blow your fucking head off | |
| No tricks up my sleeve | |
| No rabbit in the hat | |
| Blood on my hands | |
| A rat in the trap | |
| Grab another barrel of the gun that’s at your head | |
| Pull the trigger, bang bang | |
| Now you’re dead | |
| Everything will be alright | |
| If I can just get out alive | |
| Guess I could pray if all else fails | |
| Even though it’s bullshit | |
| But I might as well | |
| I’m runnin like a rat now through this maze | |
| With a bottle of booze and a hand grenade | |
| Screaming bloody mother at the top of my lungs | |
| It’s a mother fucker but it sure is fun | |
| And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah | |
| Well sticks and stones can break your bones | |
| But a 12 gauge sawn off | |
| Will blow your fucking head off | |
| No tricks up my sleeve | |
| No rabbit in the hat | |
| Blood on my hands | |
| A rat in the trap | |
| Grab another barrel of the gun that’s at your head | |
| Pull the trigger, bang bang | |
| Now you’re dead | |
| Ladies and gentlemen as you can see | |
| I have no tricks up my sleeve | |
| And there is certainly no rabbit in the hat | |
| And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah | |
| Well sticks and stones can break your bones | |
| But a 12 gauge sawn off | |
| Will blow your fucking head off | |
| No tricks up my sleeve | |
| No rabbit in the hat | |
| Blood on my hands | |
| A rat in the trap | |
| Grab another barrel of the gun that’s at your head | |
| Pull the trigger, bang bang | |
| Now you’re dead | |
| No tricks up my sleeve | |
| No rabbit in the hat | |
| Blood on my hands | |
| A rat in the trap | |
| Grab another barrel of the gun that’s at your head | |
| Pull the trigger, bang bang | |
| Now you’re dead | |
| You’re all dead |
| Beat my head against a wall | |
| If it wasn' t for the blood | |
| I wouldn' t it know it at all | |
| Smile at the camera with broken teeth | |
| Slit my wrists, say cheese and watch it bleed | |
| Well it' s ghouls night out | |
| Creeps on parade | |
| Creatures of the night they serenade | |
| Penny for your thoughts | |
| Penny for your eyes | |
| I cross my fucking heart and | |
| I hope you die | |
| And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah | |
| Well sticks and stones can break your bones | |
| But a 12 gauge sawn off | |
| Will blow your fucking head off | |
| No tricks up my sleeve | |
| No rabbit in the hat | |
| Blood on my hands | |
| A rat in the trap | |
| Grab another barrel of the gun that' s at your head | |
| Pull the trigger, bang bang | |
| Now you' re dead | |
| Everything will be alright | |
| If I can just get out alive | |
| Guess I could pray if all else fails | |
| Even though it' s bullshit | |
| But I might as well | |
| I' m runnin like a rat now through this maze | |
| With a bottle of booze and a hand grenade | |
| Screaming bloody mother at the top of my lungs | |
| It' s a mother fucker but it sure is fun | |
| And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah | |
| Well sticks and stones can break your bones | |
| But a 12 gauge sawn off | |
| Will blow your fucking head off | |
| No tricks up my sleeve | |
| No rabbit in the hat | |
| Blood on my hands | |
| A rat in the trap | |
| Grab another barrel of the gun that' s at your head | |
| Pull the trigger, bang bang | |
| Now you' re dead | |
| Ladies and gentlemen as you can see | |
| I have no tricks up my sleeve | |
| And there is certainly no rabbit in the hat | |
| And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah | |
| Well sticks and stones can break your bones | |
| But a 12 gauge sawn off | |
| Will blow your fucking head off | |
| No tricks up my sleeve | |
| No rabbit in the hat | |
| Blood on my hands | |
| A rat in the trap | |
| Grab another barrel of the gun that' s at your head | |
| Pull the trigger, bang bang | |
| Now you' re dead | |
| No tricks up my sleeve | |
| No rabbit in the hat | |
| Blood on my hands | |
| A rat in the trap | |
| Grab another barrel of the gun that' s at your head | |
| Pull the trigger, bang bang | |
| Now you' re dead | |
| You' re all dead |
| Beat my head against a wall | |
| If it wasn' t for the blood | |
| I wouldn' t it know it at all | |
| Smile at the camera with broken teeth | |
| Slit my wrists, say cheese and watch it bleed | |
| Well it' s ghouls night out | |
| Creeps on parade | |
| Creatures of the night they serenade | |
| Penny for your thoughts | |
| Penny for your eyes | |
| I cross my fucking heart and | |
| I hope you die | |
| And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah | |
| Well sticks and stones can break your bones | |
| But a 12 gauge sawn off | |
| Will blow your fucking head off | |
| No tricks up my sleeve | |
| No rabbit in the hat | |
| Blood on my hands | |
| A rat in the trap | |
| Grab another barrel of the gun that' s at your head | |
| Pull the trigger, bang bang | |
| Now you' re dead | |
| Everything will be alright | |
| If I can just get out alive | |
| Guess I could pray if all else fails | |
| Even though it' s bullshit | |
| But I might as well | |
| I' m runnin like a rat now through this maze | |
| With a bottle of booze and a hand grenade | |
| Screaming bloody mother at the top of my lungs | |
| It' s a mother fucker but it sure is fun | |
| And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah | |
| Well sticks and stones can break your bones | |
| But a 12 gauge sawn off | |
| Will blow your fucking head off | |
| No tricks up my sleeve | |
| No rabbit in the hat | |
| Blood on my hands | |
| A rat in the trap | |
| Grab another barrel of the gun that' s at your head | |
| Pull the trigger, bang bang | |
| Now you' re dead | |
| Ladies and gentlemen as you can see | |
| I have no tricks up my sleeve | |
| And there is certainly no rabbit in the hat | |
| And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah | |
| Well sticks and stones can break your bones | |
| But a 12 gauge sawn off | |
| Will blow your fucking head off | |
| No tricks up my sleeve | |
| No rabbit in the hat | |
| Blood on my hands | |
| A rat in the trap | |
| Grab another barrel of the gun that' s at your head | |
| Pull the trigger, bang bang | |
| Now you' re dead | |
| No tricks up my sleeve | |
| No rabbit in the hat | |
| Blood on my hands | |
| A rat in the trap | |
| Grab another barrel of the gun that' s at your head | |
| Pull the trigger, bang bang | |
| Now you' re dead | |
| You' re all dead |
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