With hemlock breath you tell me things 
Noxious whispers 
Amphetamine 
Intoxicated faery tales 
A bed of roses 
A bed of nails

Down into the dark beneath the floors 
Above the lights 
Beyond the doors 
You know my mind can be a whore 
So I´ll bang it really sore

I´m cycling strapped into a wheel 
And there is nothing 
There´s nothing I couldn´t have been 
I´ll waste a week 
And save a dime 
I´m all wound up biding my time

I wanna party all the time 
Grow myself a second head 
Be a party guy and a party gal 
You know the check is in the mail 
And just like blowjobs and cocktails 
I´m fine 
Fuck me if I ain´t fine

I´ve learnt to love the nightmares 
In my damaged brain 
Stowaway in this hellbound train 
If God don´t love you 
Buy a gun and be a man 
Know the pride of the damned 
Go on and be a man 
Try and make of it what you can