Nananananana!nnThese days it's different Turning us into monstersnKids don't fight with knives anymore Turning us into firenThey fight with guns!nKids got guns! Turning us into monsternIt's all desire,nIt's all desirennWell it's fine, you know, the son was youngnAnd then he started grow up fasternParents wondered what went wrongnAnd then he turned into a little monsternnRun! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run!nCalm down, don't kill me now!nnWell I didn't expect much more,nSon was a little scallywag-wag-wagger!nCan't see much morenIf a lesson I'd guessnI'd hold it straight awaynBack to the point, give him three Coca-ColasnAnd run awaynWrite on the walls and then litternThat scallywag of a monsternSo Mama, please let us out on the townnWe want to drink, we want to fightnWe want it all nightnWe're gonna smash out your neighbour's carnIf you don't let us out that door!nI'ts fine and dandy, I'll just climb out me window!nLeave y'all!nSee you later, never liked you anywaynI swear I'm adopted!nSTOP IT!nnSon was young, then he turned to a monster!nnnCalm down, don't kill me now!nnI'm the oldest man in the familynI might be just a teenagernBut my mind's much sharper than anybody's!nAnd that's just a drunk drunk drunker!nBut I'm back to the point of the matter:nI'm still here!nAnd I'm still walking out!nSee you later, calm down, don't kill me now!nI'm gonna get a jobnCause I'm leaving schoolnCause I can't do the Clow, the ClownnHeavy heartnLeaving me so lownSee you later!nMama, gonna be breadwinner!nTake your timenWatch ya,nWhat up?nDon't worry Maman'Cause I'm a m-m-monster!nnThese days it's different Turning us into monstersnKids don't fight with knives anymore Turning us into firenThey fight with guns! Turning us into monstersnKids got guns! It's all desirenIt's all desirenAnd they're turning us into monstersnTurning us into firenTurning us into monstersnIt's all desirenIt's all desirennDrinking outnPacifiernTaking some ofnWhere you arenDoesn't make sense tonBut it won't be longn'Cause kids with gunsnKids with gunsnEasy does it, easy does itnThey've got something to say mentalnnAhhhhhhhhhhaaaahhhhhhnAhhhhhhhhhhaaaahhhhhhnAhhhhhhhhhhaaaahhhhhhnAhhhhhhhhhhaaaahhhhhhnnCalm down, don't kill me now!nnWell I never liked you MamanAnd I never liked your type of musicnIn fact, I sold all your CDs out the back of your carnJust to prove itnAnd I spent the money- HAHA!nSeriously- on all that whiskey!nAnd that time that I puked up on the doorstep,nAnd you told me I was a monster!nnAnd now I'm back to tell younThat I will never hang the truthnI'll be back around the waynSoon, before you ever end menAnd I'm throughnnSo a killer, that's just menI'm the killer of a happy familynAnd that's fine with you, is it?nFine with me!nFine, f**k off and die!