Got a nice place in the city
But now the rent for your breath is due
And I could paint this town
With what I've read on you
Have got a sheetless bed
You'll sleep yourself to d**h
Watch TV and pray that you close your eyes
Never to wake
And we'll f** away the part of the day
We don't sleep away
If f**ing up was an art
Your lips would a frame
Found lying dead beneath a sheetless bed
The city sunk its teeth right in