Sick Bats

Started out somewhere north of hollywood
Found one chance to run and flee
Headed east in search of something good
At least something more concrete

Now I'm here
And everything's fucked
Can't think or see straight
Guess I'm a little bit of a basket case
Knew this all along

A few good days, think I just hit my stride
Everything's better than I had planned
Some stupid bastard found a way to crush my pride
Got it back with one last stand

But in the end
Everything's fucked
Can't think or see straight
Guess I'm a little bit of a basket case
Knew this all along

I sold out
There's no doubt
Pawned my soul to be like them
Scrape up what's left of me
Feed it to the vultures

I sold out
There's no doubt
But in the end, I'll never be like them
Find a way to break free
If it's the last thing I ever do

I'm still here
And everything's fucked
Can't think or see straight
And in the end
Everything's fucked
Can't think or see straight
Guess I'm a little bit of a basket case
Knew this all along



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Wolff
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