Gamble my life away, a real bum boozer
Made love on dope, just a pig skin loser
Looked around at this joint
For a living there was no point
All ideas, I'm shaking my fists
Had a million thoughts yeah to slit my wrists
Hallucination in my dream
I gotta leave, gotta leave this scene
Getting high on glue and cocaine
Jabbing things into my vein
Lucifer lord holding my hand
Pushing pills to a rock and roll band
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