Strychnine

Once again I wake up on the kitchen floor.
My head's on fire and I don't know.
Empty bottles strewn around the place
and it's like I haven't been alive for days.

Always tend to choose the easy way.
Drink and blow keep demons at bay for just so long,
till it all starts raining down.

Brought it on yourself boy so it's yours to deal with it.
worn out your excuses.
Brought it on yourself boy so it's yours to deal with it.
So acount for it.

This thing in my chest, douse it in gasoline.
Set it on fire, and set me free.
Burn whatever takes my sleep.
Poison it with strychnine!

Brought it on yourself boy so it's yours to deal with it.
worn out your excuses.
Brought it on yourself boy so it's yours to deal with it.
So acount for it.

Brought it on yourself boy so it's yours to deal with it.
worn out your excuses.
Brought it on yourself boy so it's yours to deal with it.
So acount for it.

Brought it on yourself boy so it's yours to deal with it.
worn out your excuses.
Brought it on yourself boy so it's yours to deal with it.
So acount for it.



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Writer(s): J. Roslie
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