Text: Frenzal Rhomb. Sans Souci. Cocksucker.

Liquor and drugs, wasting the rewards
Well, I'm feeling good, now that we're done for
Well, I'm fully sick, sick of the old way
I feel like a smoke, to start up a new day

Triple the rent, but that's not the issue
Most of my friends, they're all alcoholics
But they're the only one who make any sense
Now everything's gonna be great

I'm getting up, I'm going out, I'm gonna turn it up fucking loud
Won't look at anything that's anything like you, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm gonna give this night away, I'm gonna talk shit behind your back
Won't look at anything that's anything like, oh, oh, oh, oh