I'm sick to death of your excuses! You're sick to death and giving me excuses! No excuses are good excuses. And you stand accused. I'm talking to you. Yeah, I'm talking to you. And I'm talking to you. And I'm talking to you. And I'm talking to you. I'm talking to you, but I'm talking basically to myself, as usual.
I've got no time for your excuses, so just [...?...] I've got no time for your alibis. I've got no time for your fuckin' excuses. Because every fuckin' day, you know what? It's the new fuckin' excuse. Every fuckin' day is the same fuckin' excuse. Every day is the same excuse: "I didn't mean to do it! I didn't mean to do it! I didn't mean to not do it! I'll never do it again! I'll never do it again. I swear to fuckin' God, I'll never, never, never do it again! I swear to fuckin' God!"
You never learn, you fuckin' listen! Yeah, you never learn, you fuckin' listen. No matter how many fuckin' times I stand that you are trying to tell it. You never, never, never, never learn and you just gotta stop. And you better stop right now. You better stop right now, but, you know what? Let me tell you something - you can't stop. You can't stop. You can't stop. And I hear what you're saying, because you're begging:
"Please, please, somebody stop me! Why doesn't somebody stop me?! Why doesn't somebody stop me?! Why can't you stop me?! Why can't you stop me from drinking? Why can't you stop me from drowning?" [...?...] From commiting the same fuckin' mistakes, and sins and crimes every fuckin' day of your fuckin' life. 365 days a year, 7 hours a day, 24 days a week. Yeah, you figure it out. You figure it out for last 10 years, for last 20 years, for last 30, 40, 50 years of your fuckin', invisible, stupid, stinking, pathetic, miserable life. From now or never, baby. Because, you know why? It's in your blood. It's in your blood. It's a blood disease. It's a blood disease. And, besides, I just can't help it. I just can't help it. I just can't help myself. I can't help myself. Why doesn't somebody help me? Why can't you help me? Why can't you fuckin' help me? Why can't you help me? Why can't you do something?! Why can't you fuckin' do something?!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
