Feeding Fingers - I Am A Brutal Little Boy lyrics

I like to think of brutal little boys With their hands filled with rocks Instead of cheap toys That are not afraid to get blood On their friends I grind my teeth and smile At the thought of three Tiny voices laughing And threatening me Because I just choose to play by myself Play by myself Leave me here I'm just no fun I'm just no fun I'm just no fun for anyone else I don't think that I'm fun I'm just no fun I'm just no fun For anyone But me