La Guns

Psychotic, neurotic, alcoholic
You might call me imbecilic

Yeah, I'm dirty, I'm so mean
Like no other you ever seen
I'll take down the other side
A place where you and me can hide

I'll take you down the darker way
To a game, a game that I can play

And what you see is what you get
A wicked man with no regret
I get whatever I want
You won't forget

Goin' back to the big house
Goin' back, back inside

Pathetic, rejected, full of doom
Some people call me Mr. Gloom
I sold my soul, sold my soul
When I went down the fire hole

I'll take you down, down with me
A nice place for you to be
I'll take you down to my home
I'll leave you there to die alone

And what you see is what you get
A wicked man with no regret
I get whatever I want
You won't forget

Goin' back to the big house
Goin' back inside, back inside
Goin' back to the big house
Goin' back inside

I'm going to die

Oh, goin' back to the big house
Goin' back inside, back inside
Goin' back to the big house
Goin' back, back inside

Goin' back to the big house
Goin' back, back inside
Goin' back to the big house
Goin' back inside

Back inside, back inside, back inside