It's so much better when everyone is in, are you in?
We're dressed well, we drink cheap, we smoke anything that's put infront of us.
Unstable kids on unstable substance with an inability to give thought to form with any cohesion. Just another motley gaddabout en route to deprecation of character and soul. The day begins and ends with a cigarette, the night begins with dreams and ends with them; the same old sin, just a different story. Failure apon failure among failures while we succeed in the worst possible ways; we kick it like that.
Lonely hearts on lonely nights mending broken hearts with broken bottles, an emo kid sways and he's shattered by stones cast from his own breed, take that solitude and huff it. So what? I'm not fucking poetic; I don't give a shit about Reagan and fuck anything political - I'm the downward spiral of all that is good taste of healthy morality, so fucking what?
Keep your people close and your enemies at at least shanking range, figuring out anyone but yourself is an exercise in pretention, we'll throw vitriol and scathe into the faces of our betters, we'll fall back and hide behind our lessers; dignity, pride and ego is moot in the bitter survival of those who are so waist deep in "what the Hell am I doing" that it just doesn't pay to look for direction.
Pave the way for your kin, tip a homeless guy a fiver, fuck a whore under a streetlight while jacked up on meth, pass the buck to your parental issues and get the fuck out of my face; heard it all before, you're another one of them, so listen to me being one of them.
If you find love on the semen stained vinyl of a club, she'll be worth the child support, stick it in and break it off; just like every relationship you'd ever thought of. Hate the women, love the sluts, hate the men, love the assholes; people are people are people are grand are shit, they're whatever the fuck is on on your mind; as long as you keep it open.
Next time you fuck your wife, make sure it's all about her; give her a soothing, nice back massage, yet don't forget to force your cock into her asshole. It'll be alright, considering it's all about the give and take; you know that, she knows that, just don't blow smoke about it. I've thrown up too much blood, on my God damned last legs and waiting the hour of reprisal; at least if you read this abominatory fuckup, you'd have taken my giving and done something completely unrelated with it.
I'd blame you if you knew any better; but as a good God says;
Forgive him father, for he knows not what he fucking well does.
Unstable kids on unstable substance with an inability to give thought to form with any cohesion. Just another motley gaddabout en route to deprecation of character and soul. The day begins and ends with a cigarette, the night begins with dreams and ends with them; the same old sin, just a different story. Failure apon failure among failures while we succeed in the worst possible ways; we kick it like that.
Lonely hearts on lonely nights mending broken hearts with broken bottles, an emo kid sways and he's shattered by stones cast from his own breed, take that solitude and huff it. So what? I'm not fucking poetic; I don't give a shit about Reagan and fuck anything political - I'm the downward spiral of all that is good taste of healthy morality, so fucking what?
Keep your people close and your enemies at at least shanking range, figuring out anyone but yourself is an exercise in pretention, we'll throw vitriol and scathe into the faces of our betters, we'll fall back and hide behind our lessers; dignity, pride and ego is moot in the bitter survival of those who are so waist deep in "what the Hell am I doing" that it just doesn't pay to look for direction.
Pave the way for your kin, tip a homeless guy a fiver, fuck a whore under a streetlight while jacked up on meth, pass the buck to your parental issues and get the fuck out of my face; heard it all before, you're another one of them, so listen to me being one of them.
If you find love on the semen stained vinyl of a club, she'll be worth the child support, stick it in and break it off; just like every relationship you'd ever thought of. Hate the women, love the sluts, hate the men, love the assholes; people are people are people are grand are shit, they're whatever the fuck is on on your mind; as long as you keep it open.
Next time you fuck your wife, make sure it's all about her; give her a soothing, nice back massage, yet don't forget to force your cock into her asshole. It'll be alright, considering it's all about the give and take; you know that, she knows that, just don't blow smoke about it. I've thrown up too much blood, on my God damned last legs and waiting the hour of reprisal; at least if you read this abominatory fuckup, you'd have taken my giving and done something completely unrelated with it.
I'd blame you if you knew any better; but as a good God says;
Forgive him father, for he knows not what he fucking well does.