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"That's no way to find your soul With your fingers down your pie hole" Let's just say I'm looking for clues Find a way to get my thrills It's often my good fentanyl Don't care how many rednecks it's killed So happy when I've got my blues I'm in the kitchen on a cruise I'm cooking up a codeine ragu And I'm alive I can put it down anytime Okay, I admit it I couldn't quit it I'm a high white man on a mile a minute How could I kick it? (Oh oh yeah) When I'm still winning (Oh oh yeah) I got the whole world screaming out for more when I hit it I need a mirror and some lingerie And get the fuck out of my way I'm on the boil, raging in the kitchen's glare Time drips like the sweat on me With crusted lips and misery And the curtains keep the smoke in my hair SongtexteSliding into g strings, lines of lumpy white things I'm the cheap date, I'm a mess in purple stockings I think that perhaps I'm not feeling alright And I'm alive I can put it down anytime Okay, I admit it I couldn't quit it I'm a high white man on a mile a minute How could I kick it? (Oh oh yeah) When I'm still winning (Oh oh yeah) I got the whole world screaming out for more when I hit it I'm talking oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh (oh-oh yeah) I'm talking oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh (oh-oh yeah) I'm talking oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh (oh-oh yeah) I'm talking oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh oo-ooh Yeah! (?) It is a pain, a pain the leaves me shattered Man, I don't know, I don't know Yeah! And all the flumes of hate and panic rooms(?) That hang onto your heart and bleed through you I don't know, I don't know Yeah! [x6] If you want some fun, my son You only need one bullet in the gun Only ever need one bullet my son Let me tell you bout some fun, my son No one ever gets that one and done Your habit's gonna weigh a ton If you want some fun, my son You only need one bullet in the gun Only ever need one bullet my son Aus Songtexte Mania