I can see the road, we're driving 93 65 is the limit and I smell like whiskey I'm on my way to the place Where the sinners are saints Because the world's already drowning in flames
No punishment Tomorrow isn't coming
Pass that bottle around, I've been beaten, scarred and broken down Can't drag me to hell because I'm already there Deviant Deviant
Don't even know her name But already hooked by that face Ethics bend at the knees And she will aim to please Got those moves with the pole Those daddy issues will come But she's a dangerous infectious disease
We're not leaving till the sun comes up
Pass that bottle around, I've been beaten, scarred and broken down Can't drag me to hell because I'm already there Deviant Deviant
I need a bottle and a microphone
Lost, hollow, torn and shattered Living in a world where nothing matters I'm a man, I'm alive, with a heart of black My misery is my soundtrack