I can't get them up, I can't get them up
I can't get them up at all
Hey ho, let's go
Good morning, Killer King, you're a star
That's gorgeous, hold it right where you are
The weather's kinda lousy today
So what, oh, what, oh, what'll we play?
Stratocaster strapped to your back
It's a semiautomatic like dad's
He taught you how to pause and reset
And that's about as far as you get
So what's the use of going outside?
It's so depressing when people die in real life
I'd rather pick up right where we left
Makin' out to faces of death
Makin' out to faces of death
And I could save you, baby
But it isn't worth my time
And I could make you chase me
For a little Price Is Right
It's a hit but are you actually sure?
The targets in the crowd are a blur
The people screaming just like they should
But you don't even know if you're good
You don't even know if you're good
So tie them up and feed them the sand, ha, nigga
Try to tell us using your hands
A picture's worth a million words
And that way nobody gets hurt
And that way nobody gets hurt
And I could save you, baby
But it isn't worth my time
And I could make you chase me
For a little Price Is Right
You're my guitar hero
You're my guitar hero
You're my guitar hero
You're my guitar hero
X marks the box in the hole in the ground
That goes off at a breath so careful don't make a sound
X marks the box in the hole in your head
That you dug for yourself now lie in it
Shut up about all of that negative shit
You wanted to make it and now that you're in
You shut your eyes and flip the cassette
And that's about the time that they hit
And that's about the time that they hit
What the fuck is up with this shit?
It's certainly not worth getting upset
His hands are gone and most of his head
And just when he was getting so good
Just when he was getting so good
I could save you, baby
But it isn't worth my time
'Cause even if I saved you
There's a million more in line
You're my guitar hero
You're my guitar hero
You're my guitar hero
You're my guitar hero
You're my guitar hero