Boys Night Out: The Fine Art of Making It Out Alive
aus dem Album: Make Yourself Sick
Songtext:
Kiss me on the forehead, angel Klebefolie Chrom Before I go to sleep I can't remember if its Thursday or December I've been keeping track of the days By counting hangovers and bottles on my floor Homepagedesign Solingen My mangled memory is making me mistake Misfortune for forgiveness I don't think I'll make it out alive Jüchen Immobilien So promise me that you'll survive to bury me Just empty all the alcohol And chronicle the chemicals But don't forget the cigarettes Pendel Remember every ember
Alright, I admit That past few months were broken and abused Mitwohnung Hagen Now I'm used to the bleeding and unspoken words That kept me so confused Maybe we can get past these addictions But the bodies piling up are a whole other story Haus kaufen Hennef Unless your stomach's strong enough
Hell, maybe we can just pretend that this recovery Won't depend on moderation and in the end Mietwohnung Dortmund The same routine won't leave me dead Just empty all the alcohol, or baby We're dead Architektenhaus Tomorrow we'll wake up in time To stop this double suicide Through kisses laced with cyanide And one last look through blood shot eyes Haus kaufen Hennef I guess this is what they call Killing yourself in small doses
