A dozen bitches or righteous preacher
Who’s really stitching your wicked soul?
Make some decisions, flown by the visions
Your only reason - sex, drugs and fucking Rock ’N’ Roll
The body never forgives and never forgets
Brain’s screaming: Fuck your regrets
Live your life, it’s fucking do or die
Gotta try to be one of a kind
Don’t get me fucking wrong
Sense was never a part of this song
Leave well alone, go for the best
And never care about the rest
Getting high or drunk? Sing this fucking song
Come out, get up - the future’s obvious
Get up, come out - an early grave awaits for us right now
How are you feeling? Thy wounds not healing
Today’s condition is getting worse
It’s only measure - all of your pleasures
How quickly will you be buried six feet underground?
Nothing’s wrong with you, loaded fucking fool
Come out, get up - the future’s obvious
Get up, come out - an early grave awaits for us right now
