You better stay awake in case you will be going down
I gotta lot of hate and every single piece will knock you out
Now we are dancing all alone, we're out of gas, I guess it's norm
We gonna find it all in certain pieces on the floor, we gonna find it all
Time to fucking rock - still alive, totally out of luck
This - where your glory lives - glory hole, on your knees
I'll do my best, I will, yet still we're going down the drain
There's nothing left but pills and they will be our shelter from the rain
Just like the good old fucking times we used to live and not survive
The trip five minutes long and we are no longer alone, we're coming home, we're coming home
Why do you live in sorrow? You better die tomorrow
Get your booze, fuck your whores, your remorse doesn't counts anymore
Why do you live in sorrow? You better die tomorrow
Get your booze, fuck your whores, your remorse doesn't counts anymore
