A used syringe stuck through my arm, to a vein I could really use a clean one, but it wouldn’t be the same Cross eyed I stare into the mess that I’m in Running a rat race that I just can’t win
I can’t be trusted when I’m left all alone I’m simply waiting for the black out, baby A padded cell would suit my trembling bones Think you could drop me at the madhouse, baby?
I’m such a bad boy I didn’t take my medication Now something’s very wrong
Feels like I’m getting sicker by the hour I don’t want it, no I don’t want it My tongue is thickening, my blood is turning sour I don’t want it, no I’ve been poisoned
Don’t blame me for being ashamed of myself I just really feel pathetic being broken in half Stuck in a phase, hoping it passes me by I pleaded not guilty but the judge made up his mind
With sweaty palms, I pat myself on the back “Good job, you gave yourself a heart attack, baby” I dropped something, could you please drive me back? I lost my mind inside the funhouse, baby
I’m such a bad boy I didn’t take my medication Now something’s very wrong
Feels like I’m getting sicker by the hour I don’t want it, no I don’t want it My tongue is thickening, my blood is turning sour I don’t want it, no I’ve been poisonedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
