Put your index finger in your mouth And scratch your cheek real slow Draw blood, taste water And drink it 'til there's no more
Throw a punch, watch it sail through the air Keep talking but there's nobody there Can't remember anything that you say Slit your throat and die and wake up the next day
I wanna scream I wanna run I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21 It's lukewarm and stale bread I wanna put a magic bullet in my head It's lukewarm and stale bread I wanna get my heavy bones outta bed
I couldn't pass the Turing test if I Had the answer sheet I wanna leave everyone who loves me 'Cause I'm so bland and they're so sweet The news used to make me cry every time I'd rather cry than come tonight I can't even give a fuck in my dreams Oh what I wouldn't give to care enough to scream
I wanna scream I wanna run I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21 It's lukewarm and stale bread I wanna put a magic bullet in my head I wanna put a magic bullet in my bed
Snort coke Get fucked Go to church and pray to live a life that doesn't suck Read books And get laid And maybe God would let me fucking die one dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
