[Intro: Milkie Way]
Drink, fuck, fight, love
Drink, fuck, fight, love
[Verse 1: Milkie Way]
Sometimes I just feel so malicious
Got no dreams and got no wishes
Got this lack of vision
Nothing turns me on
I'm a graveyard for ambition
I can't stand this repetition
I can't stand this repetition
Someone cut me off
[Pre-Chorus: Milkie Way, Sam Matlock]
I hang with the vultures
'Cause I'm proud to pick the corpses
Yeah, it's sick
I'm caught in the slaughter
Of this 21st century torture
It's my kink
I keep my hand close to my chest
So they don't see me sweating
I sleep with one eye open
And both hands on a weapon
Drink, fuck, fight, love
Drink, fuck, fight, love
[Verse 1: Milkie Way]
Sometimes I just feel so malicious
Got no dreams and got no wishes
Got this lack of vision
Nothing turns me on
I'm a graveyard for ambition
I can't stand this repetition
I can't stand this repetition
Someone cut me off
[Pre-Chorus: Milkie Way, Sam Matlock]
I hang with the vultures
'Cause I'm proud to pick the corpses
Yeah, it's sick
I'm caught in the slaughter
Of this 21st century torture
It's my kink
I keep my hand close to my chest
So they don't see me sweating
I sleep with one eye open
And both hands on a weapon
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