[Hook x2:] Dead if you try, you dead if you try Mother f**ers dead in the streets [Verse 1:] I woke up from unconsciousness, my fellow officers All slaughtered, my God what the f** is this? Not gonna lie, I'm quite scared, colleagues are lying right there I'm either off my tits or I'm having a nightmare I enter the site of the mental asylum Armed with the intention to find whatever the heck is messing my mind up This best be a wind up, a prank in poor taste If this is you, Sam Pepper, you've landed a court case How does a corpse taste? What does it feel like to k**? To go insane in the brain like you're Cypress Hill? I can't find my pills, I'm going through withdrawal Ruined thoughts of doing all sorts of stuff that's truly awful Mortal wounds and torture scenes, debauchery The sort of thing that no lawful being ought to see Proceed with caution, what you see's a distortion The proportions of reality have been reapportioned Backstreet abortions, meat, bleeding orphans weep It's even more nauseous than a rerun of Dawson's Creek Look that the people you're with, beneath all the grins Take a deeper peak and see the evil within Now flash back to sunflowers and a country house (Ah) It looks as if somebody must have let Ted Bundy out Sebastian Castellanos, crouched and casting shadows Between the splash damaged couch and the smashed piano Just give me the chance to vamos and I'll be out of this place Cause now my trousers are stained, I doubt it helps with the case I don't remember seeing this in Goat Simulator Look, I think I better get my coat and go, see you later... [Chorus x4:] Look that the people you're with, beneath all the grins Take a deeper peak and see the evil within [Hook x2:] Dead if you try, you dead if you try Mother f**ers dead in the streets