Super Fucked

Something so electric feels like a fucking spark
'cause you was lying in a bed you was dying there in the dark
You reached out and cried - sweat - is somebody there?
Wel ha-ha-motherfucker(?) no one cares
But the fact is you can't share

So you drop down on your knees again and you try to pray
And you take up all the drugs and you're hoping that it goes away
I still beat (asked to meet?) you at your school, but you didn't have the right words to say
And because I fucked your girlfriend 
Now everybody thinks I'm gay- so what?
I've got my flag
You can call me a fag
And I've got a gun
Run...
Run...