(Hills/Galdames 3:32)



I Don't want to pay the rent

I don't want to wake up bent again

I don't want to end up downtown tonight 

I'm on fire 



I'm on automatic 

No matter what you feed me 



All I do is lay around

Don't know how to live a better way

I don't see the room around me tonight 



I'm on automatic 

No matter what you feed me



I'm on automatic 

No matter what you feed me



Oh oh 

You're better looking 

Oh oh 

You make more money than me 

Oh oh oh 

You're better looking 

Oh oh 

I guess it really doesn't matter to me



Feels like every other day

Make a break and finally get away

I invented what surrounds me at night

I'm on fire



I'm on automatic 

No matter what you feed me 



I'm on automatic

No matter what you feed me 



Oh oh 

You're better looking 

Oh oh 

You make more money than me 

Oh oh oh 

You're better looking 

Oh oh

I guess it really doesn't matter to me



You are the reason I'm alive

No Fighting 

No police in sight

The birds are freezing in the sky

There's nothing left of me die



Oh oh 

You're better looking 

Oh oh 

You make more money than me 

Oh oh oh 

You're better looking 

Oh oh 

I guess it really doesn't matter to me



I guess it really doesn't matter to me

I guess it really doesn't matter to me