Mortiis - Decadent & Desperate lyrics

Beat down, f**ed up. I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup. Now what you tell me. I can't even get sh** for free. Hey girl, I'll have to go. Ain't got no money so let's go slow. In my room, this living hell. A living hell in the sh** motel. Decadent and desperate! Fair play, crack's your pay. Shoot me up and make my day. Oh yeah, way to go. You really are a damn good ho. Oh yeah, at the sh** motel. How I love being stuck in this cell. f**ed up in a sh** stained sty. Everything they ever said was a big, fat lie! Decadent and desperate! You're such a f**ing dog! Looking for your special drug! Decadent and desperate! Beat down, f**ed up. I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup. Now what you tell me. I can't even get sh** for free. All right, come on. In a year or two we'll both be gone. Who cares how sweet? Your pain's gonna taste when it falls to sh**!