My Adidas walk through concert doors/And roam all over coliseum floors My life owes me. Like an overdose, I'm slowly/Drifting into the arms of trouble, then trouble holds me Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty/What justifies the homicide when he dies And if I die before I wake/I pray the lord my soul to take/But please don't cry/Just know that I have made these songs for you The radio is just a stereo like a house ain't a home Pour beer out for yourself because you're walking dead/I'll burn your house down like a fucking Talking Head