Music is fucking dead
It's thanks to you cunts stabbing it in the fucking chest
You, and every one of these fake, righteous, undeserving bands
Fuck you!
Through sin and self-destruction I stumble home, never alone
My only home is the bottom of a bottle and a rolled up bill and I'm ready to go!
I live the same day in and out and I don't care how long I last
All the girls and drink and drugs, but don't get me wrong;
I'm having a fucking blast!
I am rock and roll
Living the life that you can only dream of
I am rock and roll at its fucking finest
Just like the cigarettes hurt
Just like the whiskey burns, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
I guess I'm never gonna learn
Just like the cigarettes hurt
Just like the whiskey burns, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
I guess I'm never gonna learn
Not gonna stop until my heart stops beating
Not gonna stop until my last breath comes
I'm gonna go until I hit the floor and I can't find a way back to my feet... anymore
It's thanks to you cunts stabbing it in the fucking chest
You, and every one of these fake, righteous, undeserving bands
Fuck you!
Through sin and self-destruction I stumble home, never alone
My only home is the bottom of a bottle and a rolled up bill and I'm ready to go!
I live the same day in and out and I don't care how long I last
All the girls and drink and drugs, but don't get me wrong;
I'm having a fucking blast!
I am rock and roll
Living the life that you can only dream of
I am rock and roll at its fucking finest
Just like the cigarettes hurt
Just like the whiskey burns, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
I guess I'm never gonna learn
Just like the cigarettes hurt
Just like the whiskey burns, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
I guess I'm never gonna learn
Not gonna stop until my heart stops beating
Not gonna stop until my last breath comes
I'm gonna go until I hit the floor and I can't find a way back to my feet... anymore
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