Well I don't have any strings attached
I allways burn the bridges behind me
I live my life like a bloody brat
And it's likely for me end up to street
with pills in left and liquors in right
hand that used to be shelter of mine
now I can't lift them up, up to fight
for the bad things that eats my life

Sex, drugs and rock 'n roll
use to have those all, now I don't
drugs are left, others gone
melting my brain, that's all I've done

And all laughter doesn't come
from happy things that I have done
Tiredness comes in many forms
feels like my head's full of worms
they scream and shout with my mouth
and voice so loud finaly breaks out