I'm wondering what its like On the other side Cause I'm pretty sure that I'm ready to die I'm telling my boss shes a bitch And I'm upper cutting ex-girlfriends And setting wrongs right Well tonight were gonna go driving On the wrong side of the road Cause I'm pretty sure that I'm ready to quit And I'm ready to spend all eternity In the fiery depths of hell If they exist
Here is to chaos You know were all full of shit The scientists, the teachers, and the cops It's the kind of night to die When there's no purpose nothing matters at all
I'm picking out some dark clothes And heading out into the night When the clock strikes 12 Going looking around in your backyard Looking for stuff that I can sell Well tonight I'm reading up In all sorts of invaders books Looking up plans of how to make bombs I'm talking about total genocide Of the liars and the fakers Starting with God
Here is to fucking up No one ever said its wrong Newspapers, television, and cops It's the kind of night to die When there's no purpose nothing matters at all When there's no purpose nothing matters at all