3 a.m.
There is no escaping (Yo)
There's no place to hide (Ayo)
You scream, "Someone save me!" (Yo)
But they don't pay no mind (Ayo), goodnight, goodbye!
You're walkin' down a horror corridor
It's almost four in the mornin' and you're in a, nightmare, it's horrible
Right there's the coroner
Waitin' for ya to turn the corner so he can corner ya
You're a goner, he's onto ya
Out the corner of his cornea, he just saw ya run
All you want is to rest 'cause you can't run anymore, you're done
All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience
While everybody is watchin' in the party, applaudin' it
Here I sit, while I'm caught up in deep thought again
Contemplatin' my next plot again
Swallowin' a Klonopin while I'm noddin' in and out on the ottoman
At the Ramada Inn, holdin' onto the pill bottle, then
Lick my finger and swirl it 'round the bottom and make sure I got all of it
Wake up naked at McDonald's with, blood all over me
Dead bodies behind the counter, sx1t
Guess I must've just blacked out again, not again!
It's 3 a.m. in the mornin', put my key in the door and
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
I don't remember how they got there, but I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em
I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin', put my key in the door and
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
I don't remember how they got there, but I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em
Sittin' nude in my living room, it's almost noon
I wonder what's on the tube, maybe they'll show some b00bs
Surfin' every channel until I find Hannah Montana then
I reach for the aloe and lanolin
Bust all over the wall panellin'
Dismantlin' every candle on top of the fireplace mantel and
Grab my flannel and my bandana, then
Kiss the naked mannequin man again
You can see him standin' in my front window if you look in
I'm just a hooligan who's used to usin' hallucinogens
Causin' illusions again, brain contusions again
Cuttin' and bruisin' the skin
Razors, scissors, and pins
Jesus, when does it end?
Phases that I go through
Dazed and I'm so confused
Days that I don't know who gave these molecules to
Me, what am I gon' do?
Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical one
Very methodical when I slaughter them
It's 3 a.m. in the mornin', put my key in the door and
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
I don't remember how they got there, but I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em
I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin', put my key in the door and
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
I don't remember how they got there, but I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em
She puts the lotion in the bucket
It puts the lotion on the skin, or else it gets the hose again
She puts the lotion in the bucket
It puts the lotion on the skin, or else it gets the hose again
I cut and I slash, slice and gash
Last night was a blast, I can't quite remember
When I had that much fun off the half-pint of the Jack
My last Vic and-a-half, a flashlight up Kim Kardashian's axs
I remember the first time I dismembered a family member
December, I think it was, I was havin' drinks with my cousin
I wrapped him in Christmas lights, pushed him into the stinkin' tub
Cut him up into pieces, and just when I went to drink his blood
I thought, "I oughta drink his bathwater, that oughta be fun"
That's when my days of serial murder manslaughter begun
The sight of blood excites me
That might be an artery, son
Your blood-curlin' and screams
Just don't seem to bother me none
It's 3 a.m. and here I come, so you should probably run
A secret passageway around here, man, there's got to be one
Oh no, there's probably none
He can scream all that he wants, top of his lungs
But ain't no stoppin' me from choppin' him up-up, 'cause…
It's 3 a.m. in the mornin', put my key in the door and
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
I don't remember how they got there, but I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em
I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin', put my key in the door and
Bodies layin' all over the floor and
I don't remember how they got there, but I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em