Trashed, Lost And Strungout (Album Version)

1, 2, 3, 40 and the thrill of the bright sweet night is a question of you Tryin' to be kickin' ass to help me out After all you know I never wanna go Before I go high, I'm very down The only bottle left to drink, again and again You know I can't go the other way without being trashed lost and strungout Why do I slice them out When together try something, drug you question me Whats to coming out Before I go high, I'm very down The only bottle left to drink, again and again Come on Maybe I set my tracks to my life What the fuck have I done to you And the trashed people askin' my head until I sweat Now tell me what the fuck to do One day I gettin to the point where I ain't gonna do Nothing but try to be strungout on you You let me drown way deep down below For the fleeting past to let go Went to the end to raise my better half Lookin' at my own reflection Forever I saw him kissin' you goodbye To kill my soul and diction Before I walk I need the ground You know me poor, I never return Up yours and next you tell me fucking whore The only bottle left to drink, before I go One day I gettin to the point where I ain't gonna do Nothing but try to be strungout on you You let me drown way deep down below For the fleeting past to let go Went to the end to raise my better half Lookin' at my own reflection Forever I saw him kissin' you goodbye To kill my soul and diction