Sniper

There`s a sniper in the window,
His sights are set on me.
I`m sure he`ll hit the target,
I`ve never been that lucky.

Will you come to my funeral,
put flowers on my grave?
And if this doesn`t kill me,
will you make me birthday cake?

CH: I want to leave a permanent scar on your brain,
I want to live in the headlines so you will remember my name.

I`ll ride in the ambulance,
in intensive care.
Take me to the E.R.
I hate the way they stare.

Please, don`t act like I`m not here,
I hear the words you say.
I might be in a coma,
but I can tell you`re fake.

CH: Repeat

I know you hired that hit man,
and he does good work.
And I`m so very glad that,
you got your money`s worth.

Chorus...