I've texted him twenty one times
And still my phone don't ring
And my wild imagination is
Makin' up scary thing...makin' up scary things
No one shares a kiss like that
And then just doesn't call
Last night he promised me the world
And now I'm gettin' nothing at all!
He better be dead
His house burnt down to the ground
He better have two wheels hangin' off a crumblin' cliff
The way I'm feelin' now
I'm swearing his head
Better be pressed up against a gun
After all the things we've said
If he still ain't called by now
He better be dead
I don't like being done like this
That just aint my style
Little boys playin games
You know they really get me riled
You know they really get me riled
If I weren't getting madder by the minute
Then I'd be worried sick
I know he knows im callin'
So what the hell is this
He better be dead
His house burnt down to the ground
He better have two wheels hangin' off a crumblin' cliff
The way I'm feelin' now
I'm swearing his head
Better be pressed up against a gun
After all the things he's said
If he still ain't called by now
He better be dead as a door nail
Cold as a stone
Flat on a train tracks
Whaoooooo
traced on the floor
Stiff as a board
Knock knock knockin' on heaven's door
He better be dead
His house burnt down to the ground
He better have two wheels hangin' off a crumblin' cliff
The way I'm feelin' now
I'm swearing his head
Better be pressed up against a gun
After all the things he's said
If he still ain't called by now
He better be tied to a motel bed
Handcuffed, gagged, and bound
He better be dead
That boy better be dead
I've texted him twenty two times
And still my phone don't ring
And still my phone don't ring
And my wild imagination is
Makin' up scary thing...makin' up scary things
No one shares a kiss like that
And then just doesn't call
Last night he promised me the world
And now I'm gettin' nothing at all!
He better be dead
His house burnt down to the ground
He better have two wheels hangin' off a crumblin' cliff
The way I'm feelin' now
I'm swearing his head
Better be pressed up against a gun
After all the things we've said
If he still ain't called by now
He better be dead
I don't like being done like this
That just aint my style
Little boys playin games
You know they really get me riled
You know they really get me riled
If I weren't getting madder by the minute
Then I'd be worried sick
I know he knows im callin'
So what the hell is this
He better be dead
His house burnt down to the ground
He better have two wheels hangin' off a crumblin' cliff
The way I'm feelin' now
I'm swearing his head
Better be pressed up against a gun
After all the things he's said
If he still ain't called by now
He better be dead as a door nail
Cold as a stone
Flat on a train tracks
Whaoooooo
traced on the floor
Stiff as a board
Knock knock knockin' on heaven's door
He better be dead
His house burnt down to the ground
He better have two wheels hangin' off a crumblin' cliff
The way I'm feelin' now
I'm swearing his head
Better be pressed up against a gun
After all the things he's said
If he still ain't called by now
He better be tied to a motel bed
Handcuffed, gagged, and bound
He better be dead
That boy better be dead
I've texted him twenty two times
And still my phone don't ring