bye bye my social life blind glasses of shops is empty tonight i know my wife is slut dirty as can be but she's in my blood and Ann sells her for free whatever who you are a man or a girl in our head
we're all homeless and dead
don't treat me so hard don't treat me this way my inner god he knows that i'm ok
whatever who you are a man or a girl in our head
we're all homeless and dead
bye bye my social life any paper burns, your pockets in dust my boots with holes dirty as can be like small falling eyelash you can be free
no, i don't treat them hard, no no, i don't treat them anyway my inner god you know man, i'm ok