A line of mistakes, a lifetime of misfortunes,
a road with no name where were going’s not important.
Let’s get wasted tonight and just forget about the morning,
yeah I got a lot of rum and a couple of morphines.
Are you feeling lonely is your life getting boring,
we could do another bump and I could tell you a story…
of how I'm sick of the world and I'm so sick of stupid girls.
The music industry is about to make me f*cking hurl.
If I talk about what’s real will I ever really make it,
cause they’re all making millions, but they’re also faking it.
The man behind the curtain is working at his hardest
while we’re in the apartment getting f*cked up retarded.
It’s too late to apologize world trade tower sized lortab lines
are getting cut out for me tonight,
so I can put and end to the shaking and the twitching of these bloody hands,
bruises and scars - just drive somewhere far and I'm jumping out the car
at any random spot I don’t give a f*ck where we are.
I just need to walk and I just need to talk to myself about my health
'cause I’ve been shitting out liquor and I’ve been coughing up blood,
haven’t slept in a week and I'm holding a gun.
On this highway to hell where the roads are all closed
I mean I'm stuck in between the earth and what’s below.
Angel of death is paying me another visit
but my mother always said it’s a wicked world we live in
This whole thing’s