I am a magnet for broken pieces I am attracted to broken people
I pick 'em up, and now my fingers are bleeding And it looks like my fault
And it looks like I'm caught Red-handed
* Hit over the head Epiphany Over my head Repeatedly
Thick skull never did Nothing for me Same lesson again?
Come on, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Only I know where all the bodies are buried Thought by now I'd find 'em just a little less scary
Might get easier, but you don't get used to it Keep on autopilot, mmm
Hey, hey What's the body count up to now, captain?
( * )
Come on out with your hands up Come on out with your hands up
I'm coming out with my hands up, mmm Come on out with your hands up
( * )
I pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding And it looks like I'm caught Red-handed
