I was born into money,
And sold down the river.
I was choked by the jailor
And fucked the gorilla.
I ran through the country ahead of my time.
I escaped through a keyhole before they erased me
I married the beetle and learned to be graceful
It's why all this warfare pours out of my eyes.

Now I see just what you mean
It hurts too much to breathe
All alone in this plastic jungle
Sometimes I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get la la la la la

She told me loved me
I didn't believe her.
The son of a junkie is ancient Korean
But don't blame the girl she's out of her mind

Now I see just what you mean
It hurts too much to bleed
All alone in this plastic jungle
Sometimes I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get la la la la la

Sometimes I wanna get
Sometimes I wanna get
Sometimes I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get slain
I wanna get la la la la la la la la la

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Writer(s): ANDREW WYATT BLAKEMORE, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG