Sorry About the Blood Lyrics

I want it right now
right now
I want it right now
right
now

Bob Guccione as my father
and I my father's son
I'd make my bed a skeptic vision
and never rise for anybody
I'd want my mom to be a victim
the kind they draw for GNR
I'd want her senseless topless headless
I'd want my mom to be a star

I want it right now
right now
I want it right now