This is a song about "Another"

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Your just another meal, another one i like to chew,

Just another face in the crowd.

I'mma catch you next time around

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

Look another day another fucking dollar

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Forced to live another day and die another night,

Pop another volume

Self made coming soon

And the blame somehow or another,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Can't share another laugh, another kiss another clash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass