Son of a Gun

My favourite comic book, favourite comic book, favourite comic book,
About a guy who's hand's a hook, guy who's a hand's a hook, guy who's hand's a hook.

And he's got blood on all his shirts, blood on all his shirts, blood on all his shirts,
'Cause everything he feels he hurts, things he feel he hurts, everything he hurts.

Ow, ow.

I can sympathize, I can sympathize, I can sympathize,
'Cause I'm not like other guys, not like other guys, I'm not other guys.

I've frequently been told, frequently been told, frequently been told,
My hand is hard to hold, really hard to hold, really hard to hold.

Get close and,
I run!

I'm split decision, I'm a son of a gun.

I think a chamber's cracked, think a chamber's cracked, think a chamber's cracked.
'Cause I can't feel I just react, yeah I just react, can't feel I react.

When you hold me tight, hold me really tight, hold me crazy tight.
I'll panic and I'll bite, freak out and I'll fight, lash out and ignite.

See, I cut yeah!
I run!

I'm not a real man, I'm a son of a gun.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da.
Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da!

And I wish my trigger could withstand,
Pressure of a gentle, hopeful hand!

But even the most mild crutch is much too much and such a touch,
Will detonate explosions right on cue!

That's just what I do,
And that's a frightening thought.

That's what I was taught.

I try to take it slow, try to take it slow, concentrate and slow.
Just focus on the flow, it's hard to focus though, focus on the flow.

Then I start feeling a choke, just ignore the choke, can't ignore the choke.
Now the room is filled with smoke, room is filled with smoke, filled with blood and smoke.

Split decision!
Harsh reactor!
Said she loved him!
He attacked her!

When you see me,
Girl just run,
'Cause I'm not a human!
I'm a son of a gun.

Bang, bang, you're done.