D.R.I.L.D.O

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!