Rotting Off

Wake up dead, I feel like shit Covered in someone else’s piss Another die, I wanna die Can’t remember what I did last night A thousand beers inside my brain Eight hundred lines of cocaine A few pills to numb the pain Rotting off, time to do it all again This is what we call Mincecore Smoke, shoot and snort some more Tupa-tup, then pass the booze When you’re this high it’s hard to lose