Maybe i'll start a methlab, my friends make a lot selling drugs.
I feel like shit and i've had too much to drink tonight.
So pass more cheap wine,
Cause the only thing that sober did was give me life,
And i don't want it.
Burning holes in my brain, cocaine.
Maybe i'll start a book store, then again i don't know shit about books.
And reading makes my eyes sore, and if anybody
Asks me what i'm doing tonight, tell them i died yesterday.
Because life's a joke and i don't get it.