Hard hitting, you get depressed,
Once-bitten, twice the mess.
No future; that's for sure.
So stop trying and pray for cures.
Why bother? We're all the same.
We're just pleasured in different ways.
Don't judge me quite so fast;
Hide the bomb in the whiskey glass.
What a lovely day, I can hardly feel my face.
I'm not completely sure that I can take much more now.
So, where would you rather be?
No living - my system's crashed
And God gave me an autograph.
No future; that's for sure.
Stop trying and pray for cures.
What a lovely day, I can hardly feel my face.
I'm not completely sure that I can take much more now.
So, where would you rather be?
So, where would you rather be?
So, where would you rather be?
So, where would you rather be?
So, where would you rather be?
What a lovely day, I can hardly feel my face.
I'm not completely sure that I can take much more -
What a lovely day, I can hardly feel my face.
I'm not completely sure that I can take much more now.
So, where would you rather be?
So, where would you rather be?
