Gun up, head down, rack a round
Check the slide, pas de deux as the band plays
Till the A.I.D. comes, or the music wanes
Drunken Don Quixote armed with a pistolet

Cap the knee, brisé volé, disengage
Side-step, unload on the ribcage
'Pas de bourrée', I'm surprised I can aim straight
Breathless, should have aimed for the fuckin' face

Damn you, damn me
Bullet ballet, Ricochet
Hollow Point Elysium
Damn you, damn me
Bullet ballet, Ricochet
Hollow Point Elysium

Yeah, goddamn me
(Goddamn)

Feeling slow, are you slipped from the disdain?
Cabriole, fuckin' poppin' pills like Max Payne
1000 Rounds and you miss till you're empty
John Woo takes notes on my gunplay

Échappé, en avant, draggin' blades
Cross your bones, dying hard, fuckin' John McClane
Yippee-ki yay, motherfucker, Make it rain
Swept up in the eye of the hurricane

Damn you, damn me
Bullet ballet, Ricochet
Hollow Point Elysium

Goddamn me

Did it go through? Or are you digging nerves?
Open wound, from the dance to the fuckin' hearse
Stem the flow, grit your teeth, don't show it hurts
Give it all it's worth, last night on earth

No party fouls, and no tricks
Just a bullet with your name on the side of it
My remorse is a death that comes quick
Am I God? Am I Death? Or something more sick?

Nope, just a son of a bitch
Yeah, I'm a son of a bitch

Damn you, damn me
Bullet ballet, Ricochet
Hollow Point Elysium
Damn you, damn me
Bullet ballet, Ricochet
Hollow Point Elysium

Goddamn me
Damn you, damn me
Ricochet, Hollow Point Elysium
Goddamn me
Goddamn