Last night I was Sitting in my room drinking Bloody Mary The ingredients were my own blood and tears I called my friends and asked to come drink with me They said that they would rather have some beers
('Cause they don't give a fuck)
Today I sit and drink shots of tequilla I'm pouring salt and lime on my own wounds Today my friends will come and they won't ask me They'll grab a knife and leave a mark or two
They'll stab me in the back They're gonna cut wide open My motherfucking neck I guess that it's alright I guess it's not that bad At least my friends will be with me when I am fucking dead