This not, nor do I claim it to be my Music. This is strictly the work of "The Pretty Reckless" off of their "Going To Hell" album.. Here are the lyrics for you.
Alone, afraid, the kitchen of a maid
Sitting in your room drooling like a loser with all this doom
You think, then you start to drink
Then you get so paranoid with all the drugs they fill you with (then boom)
Does it make you feel like a man? (boom)
It's not the size we understand (boom)
You think you're gonna get with me
You're never gonna get with me
You're never gonna dance with me
I admit, I feel like you, like shit
But I don't go out and take it out on everyone about it
We're all part of the system
You wanna start a war?
Feel better we won't miss it
Why'd you bring a shotgun to the party? (x2)
Everybody's got one, there's nothing new about it
Want to make a statement?
You should have come without it
You turn the TV on, watch it if you dare
You see a politician and you start to pull your hair
Whistle to dimensions see there's really nothing there
You want it so much you think they think they fucking care (and boom)
Do you think they hear you now? (and boom)
Making noises in the crowd
All in the way that you're using
You love it so much then why do you abuse it?
Why'd you bring a shotgun to the party? (x2)
Everybody's got one, there's nothing new about it
Want to make a statement?
You should have come without it
We're all part of the system
Lock em up, shoot em down
Cause you can fucking miss it
Alone, afraid, you want to make em pay
Why'd you bring a shotgun to the party? (x2)
Everybody's got one, there's nothing new about it
Want to get the girl?
Then you should have come without it
Why'd you bring a shotgun to the party? (x4)
