Lyrics

With hemlock breath you tell me things Noxious whispers Amphetamine Intoxicated faery tales, a bed of roses, a bed of nails Down into the dark beneath the floors Above the lights, beyond the doors You know my mind can be a whore So I'll bang it really sore I'm cycling strapped into a wheel And there is nothing There's nothing I couldn't have been I'll waste a week and save a dime I'm all wound up biding my time I wanna party all the time Grow myself a second head Be a party guy and a party gal You know the check is in the mail And just like blowjobs and cocktails I'm fine, fuck me if I ain't fine I've learnt to love the nightmares In my damaged brain Stowaway in this hellbound train If God don't love you Buy a gun and be a man Know the pride of the damned Go on and be a man Try and make of it what you can