Whoa yeah!

1, 2, 3, 40 and the thrill of the bright sweet night is a question of you.
Tryin' to be kickin' ass to help me out
After all you know I never wanna go

Before I go high, I'm very down
The only bottle left to drink, again and again

You know I can't go the other way without being trashed lost and strungout
Why do I slice them out?
When together try something, drug you question me,
What's to coming out?

Before I go high, I'm very down
The only bottle left to drink, again and again

Come on!

Maybe I set my tracks to my life
What the fuck have I done to you
And the trashed people askin' my head until I sweat
Now tell me what the fuck to do!

One day I gettin to the point where I aint gonna do,
Nothing but try to be strungout on you
You let me drown way deep down below
For the fleeting past to let go
Went to the end, I raise my better half
Lookin' at my own reflection
Forever I saw him kissin' you goodbye
To kill my soul and diction

Before I walk I need the ground
You know me poor, I never return
Up yours and next you tell me "fucking whore"
The only bottle left to drink, before I go!

One day I gettin to the point where I aint gonna do,
Nothing but try to be strungout on you
You let me drown way deep down below
For the fleeting past to let go
Went to the end, I raise my better half
Lookin' at my own reflection
Forever I saw him kissin' you goodbye
To kill my soul and diction