Well i've been somewhere in the middle

Drowning in the drivel

Whatever it's all out of my hands

And i've been choking on the ashes

Of the burnt out middle classes

Finger fucking it with both of my hands

Goddamn-don't you know who i am?

Goddamn-yeah



And now the futures looking brighter

For bad song writers

Yeah we are laughing just as hard as we can

The powder makes us funny, my shit's all runny

Yeah, i'm writing this with trembling hands



Goddam-i don't know where i am







Goddam-i don't know where i am



Make way dead man leaving

For one night your town's home

Make way my head's heaving

Don't touch me man i'll throw

Ready to go (x4)



Pass the cheque and i'll get it

Living on credit and everything's running to plan

But i just can't figure who leads the lead singer

Shut the fuck up man and pass me the gram



Goddam-i don't you know who i am?

Goddam-i don't you know who i am?



I'm ready to blow..ha ha fuck