Wacked (Little Roadkill Superstar) - Kill Switch...Klick

Self righteous stupid bitch pull me up and drag it down

Taking care of business boys it all sits just like one thin dime

Between your legs it makes you smile

What matters most of all you bought it with some borrowed cash

The pages you tore out just like your friends who use

And then when it’s all gone thin smiles will turn to ash

Fallen from the driver’s seat

A fast, expensive car

Hit the asphalt, skids and screams

Little roadkill superstar

Flat on your back you’d tell them anything

Just what they want to hear it’s how you always get your way

And then when your alone you pray that no one knows

How the inside isolation pity fear and hatred grow

Silent pressures to achieve and the good times never last

What is left when it’s all gone a broken shade of what you were

Insidious your’re hideous, wacked, and furious