You turn to a bottle to cure your ills Then you graduate to a bottle of pills Spend every waking minute sleeping in You’re crawling out of your skin But let’s get wrecked
The face of a junkie, the mean of a drunk Smell like a zombie, can’t get it up You didn’t see the cameras when you fell And you look like hell But let’s get wrecked We’re not going to be here long You don’t really care where it went wrong After the attention’s come and gone You’re faking your prescriptions till the dawn Used to be you’d love me all night long Used to blame myself for what you’d done Nothing left but empties and a gun You’re not going to be here long But let’s get wrecked