Thirty-odd laps Around our stellar circuit My joints started to crack all over My slothful demons always whispering Just quit while you can
It's rough, you know It's rough, you know Sometimes it feels better to let it go It's rough, you know It's rough, you know Sometimes I feel like killing thoughts around the clock Leave them for another life If I keep stalling out I know That nothing moves on
Every other day I gotta send them back to hell I guess the devil cast a rotten spell This devil's just chemical, though Like a dopamine show But your ego is the real ghost
It's rough, you know It's rough, you know Sometimes it feels better to let it go It's rough, you know It's rough, you know Sometimes I feel like killing thoughts around the clock Leave them for another life If I keep stalling out I know That nothing moves on
The sulphur smell Cheers from hell What the fuck is wrong with them suckers
The sulphur smell Cheers from hell What the fuck is wrong with them suckers
