Children Of Bodom
Children Of Bodom - Trashed, Lost & Strungout songtekst
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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