They're the peo-ple that turn me on,
that's why I ne-ver bo-ther.
I don't ev-en care how mean they are.
So I don't e-ver take your calls,
'cause I don't e-ver want them.
Slow come on
Tell me you're scared
What you've done
Tell me you're scared
Dusk to dawn
It's a bo-dy that won't turn on,
So I don't e-ver bo-ther.
Ba-by's got the blan-kest stare.
So I don't e-ver take your calls,
'cause I don't e-ver want them.
Does it turn you on?
Does it turn you on?
To feel the knife roll o-ver slow-ly?
Does it turn you on?
Does it turn you on?
To feel the nails roll o-ver slow?
Slow come on,
Yeah come on, come on, come on, come on
Let me in, let me in, let me in, let me in.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Let me in, let me in, let me in.
Why am I so cruel?
Why am I so mean?
