One party place called 'earth'.
Are we drinking to forget?
Maybe I don’t really want to know,
‘Cause ‘future’ never has meant anything to me,
And my fate’s washed away by the sweet toxic anyway.
Once, we were addicts to a drug called ‘love’.
Now we replaced the ‘love’ by ‘cocaine’ and ‘heroin’ and we did it with a smile on our face.
And if you can’t find me,
I’ll probably sit under a bridge,
With a blanket of needles to cover me.
Oh, the bitter irony.
And I wonder, will anyone even care?
‘Cause we all know we’re going straight to hell;
In a damaged bus and at 200 km /h,
But, God, we’re enjoying the ride.