The Pop Culture Suicides - Apocalyptic Love Song | Текст песни

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Everybodys talking about political confusion
I could give a fuck about the state of the union
The battle rages on, the revolutions in my head
My delusions are my medicine without them Id be dead

How I wish I could remember,
the series of events that brought me to this (how did I get here?)
Ive been in a never ending December
frozen solid, I just stare at the wall

Im both, Jekyll and Hyde
when its 6 in the morning and theres no end in sight
The people, the places, the faces, the scene
its dope sick clique, if you know what I mean

So, I hear you think,
youve got the world all figured out
your the one with the plan,
your gonna stick it to the man

You might want to think it through
Id like to see what you would do
when youve got your tongue
under the barrel of a gun

Ill give you something
Ill give you something that you need
Ill give you something
Ill give you something to make you shout
Ill give you something
Ill give you something to make you bleed
Ill give you something
Ill give you something to cry about

Ill give you something
Ill give you the finger to your face
Ill give you something
Ill give you me when I sell out
Ill give you something
Ill give you something you can taste
Ill give you something
Ill give you something to cry about

here I stand not 1 day sober
knowing it will never end but wishing it was over
tomorrow I will wake up and do it all again
no matter what I say, no one understands, how I feel
Feels like the last time, I will ever see, the sun go down

cross my fingers and close my eyes
nobody moves and nobody dies
I thought that I could take it, but now I know I cant
no matter what I say, noone understands, how I feel
Feels like the last time, I will ever see, the sun go down

Everything that I love is hell-bent on killing me
Maybe im the one whos hell-bent but I refuse to see?

Loss of control, spin out, sift through the wreckage
Sometimes, I cant help myself, and I could care less
Just follow the apathy and thats where you will find me

Stand up, sit down, shut up, dont let them see you shaking
Dont laugh, dont cry, dont blink, dont let them know your thinking
Just follow the anarchy and thats where you will find me

All I want is sex, drugs and rock n roll
so come on, lets get it on, Im ready to go (so wont cha)
Gimme, gimmie sex, drugs and rock n roll
so come on, come on, lets get on with the show

All I want is sex, drugs and rock n roll
so come on, lets get it on, Im ready to go (so wont cha)
Gimme, gimmie sex, drugs and rock n roll
so come on, come on, lets get on with the show

All I want is sex, drugs and rock n roll
so come on, lets get it on, Im ready to go (so wont cha)
Gimme, gimmie sex, drugs and rock n roll
so come on, come on, lets get on with the show

I feel so stupid because I used to think,
it would always be you and me against the world
But here I am, alone again,
now it seems like strangers are my only friends

All I want is sex, drugs and rock n roll
so come on, lets get it on, Im ready to go (so wont cha)
Gimme, gimmie sex, drugs and rock n roll
so come on, come on, lets get on with the show

All I want is sex, drugs and rock n roll
so come on, lets get it on, Im ready to go (so wont cha)
Gimme, gimmie sex, drugs and rock n roll
so come on, come on, lets get on with the show

All I want is sex, drugs and rock n roll
so come on, lets get it on, Im ready to go (so wont cha)
Gimme, gimmie sex, drugs and rock n roll
so come on, come on, lets get on with the show

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