Rabble At Therapist: Scared For Years


Week old whiskey says hello from the shell
You know, it feels like hell
That motherfucker makes me to grab itself
It says: "Drink me, my old friend"

Hey, could you save my day?
Please, take those fears away

Scared for years, ten thousand years
Beasts under your bed, subhuman fears
They take you
They make you
They shake you
They fake up your life
They take you
They make you
They shake you
They fuck up your life

Kind of a same bourbon meets my eye
And I know, it's bye bye bye
I always ask you why, why
And I know, I can't tell you why