Mortiis - Decadent & Desperate | Текст песни

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• Mortiis
• Decadent & Desperate

Beat down, fucked up.
I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup.
Now what you tell me.
I can't even get shit for free.

Hey girl, I'll have to go.
Ain't got no money so let's go slow.
In my room, this living hell.
A living hell in the shit motel.

Decadent and desperate!

Fair play, crack's your pay.
Shoot me up and make my day.
Oh yeah, way to go.
You really are a damn good ho.

Oh yeah, at the shit motel.
How I love being stuck in this cell.
Fucked up in a shit stained sty.
Everything they ever said was a big, fat lie!

Decadent and desperate!

You're such a fucking dog!
Looking for your special drug!

Decadent and desperate!

Beat down, fucked up.
I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup.
Now what you tell me.
I can't even get shit for free.

All right, come on.
In a year or two we'll both be gone.
Who cares how sweet?
Your pain's gonna taste when it falls to shit!