Lyrics Son of a Gun - Eric William Morris

My favorite comic book, favorite comic book, favorite comic boo-oo-ook
About a guy whose hand's a hook,
Guy whose hand's a hook, guy whose hand's a hoo-oo-ook
And he's got blood on all his shirts,
Blood on all his shirts, blood on all his shir-ir-irts
Cause everything he feels he hurts,
Things he feels he hurts, everything he hur-ur-urts
Ow ow
But I can sympathize, I can sympathize, I can sympathi-i-ize
Cause I'm not like other guys,
Not like other guys, I'm not other guy-uy-uys
I've frequently been told,
Frequently been told, frequently been to-o-old
My hand is hard to hold, really hard to hold, really hard to ho-o-old
We'll get close and
I run
I'm split decision
I'm a son of a gun
I think a chambers cracked,
Think a chambers cracked, think a chambers cra-a-acked
Cause I can't feel, I just react,
Yeah I just react, can't feel I rea-a-act
When you hold me tight, hold me really tight, hold me crazy ti-i-ight
I'll panic and I'll bite,
Freak out and I'll fight, lash out and igni-i-ite
See I cut yeah
Or I run
I'm not a real man
I'm a son of a gun
Da-da-da-da-dun-da
Da-da-da-dun-da
Da-da-da-dun-da-a-a
Da-da-da-da-dun-da
Da-da-da-dun-da
Da-da-da-dun-da-a-a
And I wish my trigger could withstand
The pressure of a gentle hopeful hand
But even the most mild touch is much too much and
Such a touch would 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-ow-ow
Just focus on the flow,
It's hard to focus though, focus on the flow-ow-ow
Then I start feeling a choke,
Just ignore the choke, can't ignore the cho-o-oke
Now the room is filled with smoke,
Room is filled with smoke, filled with blood and smo-o-oke
Split decision
Harsh Reactor
Said she loved him
He attacked her
When you feel me
Girl just run
Cause I'm not a human
I'm a son of a gun
Bang bang you're done