Maybe I'll start a methlab, my friends make a lot selling drugs.
I feel like shit and I've had too much to drink tonight.
So pass more cheap wine,
cause the only thing that sober did was give me life,
and I don't want it.
Burning holes in my brain, cocaine.
Maybe I'll start a book store, then again I don't know shit about books.
And reading makes my eyes sore, and if anybody
asks me what I'm doing tonight, tell them I died yesterday.
Because life's a joke and I don't get it.
Alcohol, cheap thrills. Snorting pills.
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