Drink, fuck, fight, love

Drink, fuck, fight, love

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

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!

I don't wanna think, I just wanna

Drink, fuck, fight, love

Drink, fuck, fight, love

You can try and do your worst

But it′ll never be enough

Little punks likе you try to call my bluff

Little fucks like you try to act so tough

You left mе naked on the pyre

You made my heart an empty home

You made my head a raging fire

Of sweet desire (of sweet desire)

I put the lust in lacklustre

Dumb little fuck, which way is up?

We're out of luck, I′m all used up

Got nothing left to give

I keep a book of all the people

Who've left me high and dry

Signed with a false name

Mr. Jesus Christ

Ready?

Drink, fuck, fight, love

Drink, fuck, fight, love

Drink, fuck, fight, love

Drink, fuck, fight, love

It's not a state of mind

It′s just poor character design

You′re going to feel this way forever and ever and ever

Unless you kick back against the pressure

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 a book for all the

People who pushed me to the brink

I don′t wanna think

I just wanna

Drink, fuck, fight, love

Drink, fuck, fight, love

Drink, fuck, fight, love

Drink, fuck, fight, love

Drink, fuck, fight, love

Drink, fuck, fight, love

Drink, fuck, fight, love

Drink, fuck, fight, love!