With hemlock breath you tell me things
Noxious whispers
Amphetamine
Intoxicated faery tales
A bed of roses
A bed of nails

Down into the dark beneath the floors
Above the lights
Beyond the doors
You know my mind can be a whore
So I´ll bang it really sore

I´m cycling strapped into a wheel
And there is nothing
There´s nothing I couldn´t have been
I´ll waste a week
And save a dime
I´m all wound up biding my time

I wanna party all the time
Grow myself a second head
Be a party guy and a party gal
You know the check is in the mail
And just like blowjobs and cocktails
I´m fine
Fuck me if I ain´t fine

I´ve learnt to love the nightmares
In my damaged brain
Stowaway in this hellbound train
If God don´t love you
Buy a gun and be a man
Know the pride of the damned
Go on and be a man
Try and make of it what you can