[ Featuring the Used Kids ]
Someone's beating down the door
It's gotta be a quarter til four
Someone better be dead or
They're gonna be, I'm gonna make sure
There's nobody here, there's no guest
Why are they disturbing my rest?
My heart is beating out of my chest
Putting my patience to the test
You little bastards, I know where you live
I know who your parents are. next time I will shoot
This time you messed with the wrong guy
Don't care if you die, once you're past my fence line
Don't you have something better to do?
I can f*cking see you, you're not fooling me
You're not fooling me
So you've come back for more
I know you're out there, I will find you
Quit knocking on my door
I'll tell you parents, call the cops, and shoot you all at once
You've tortured us enough for one night
Now you've had your fun
There's nobody there's no guest
Why are they disturbing my rest
My heart is beating out of my chest
Putting my patience to the test
Now you little shits have gone too far
Here comes a patrol car
You'll learn your lesson hard
You'll see, this is how it starts
Next thing you're stealing cars
And living behind bars
I'll chase you down myself if I have to
Nothing more I'd love to do
Than get ahold of you
And wring you're f*cking neck
Someone's beating down the door
It's gotta be a quarter til four
Someone better be dead or
They're gonna be, I'm gonna make sure
There's nobody here, there's no guest
Why are they disturbing my rest?
My heart is beating out of my chest
Putting my patience to the test
