I guess this is the way it ends
I'm losing teeth, I'm losing friends
I'm decrepit, obscene
I spent weeks in the same jeans
I spend everything I got
To Cash Converters for a shot
People say I'm wasted - I said: No
I'm chasing, I'm chasing, I'm chasing!
Traffic cone, traffic head
Hoddle's Street's running red
Now I'm shaking on my own
Nobody's picking up the phone
I keep on talking to myself
About my current mental health
It's curtains for this party
All cooked on the glass barbie
People say I'm wasted. I said - No
I'm f*cking chasing, I'm f*cking chasing!
Traffic cone, traffic head
Hoddle's Street's running red
Ghouls on their way, methgoblins scamming, scheming
Ghouls on parade, they're gettin' high as f*ck each and every day
Ghouls on their way, methgoblins scamming, scheming
Ghouls on parade, I'll pay you back next dole day cunt
One tick, one FIGHT
One punch, one KNIFE
One chance to
Wipe the slate clean
Sixteen to LIFE
Six kids, three WIVES
One chance to
Die defeated
Methgoblins Video (MV)
Performed By: Bongwakers
Length: 4:10
Written by: Bong-su Kwak, Edmund Fitzgerald, Michael Keane, Sergey Bochenkov
Bongwakers - Methgoblins Lyrics
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I guess this is the way it ends
I'm losing teeth, I'm losing friends
I'm decrepit, obscene
I spent weeks in the same jeans
I spend everything I got
To Cash Converters for a shot
People say I'm wasted - I said: No
I'm chasing, I'm chasing, I'm chasing!
Traffic cone, traffic head
Hoddle's Street's running red
Now I'm shaking on my own
Nobody's picking up the phone
I keep on talking to myself
About my current mental health
It's curtains for this party
All cooked on the glass barbie
People say I'm wasted. I said - No
I'm f*cking chasing, I'm f*cking chasing!
Traffic cone, traffic head
Hoddle's Street's running red
Ghouls on their way, methgoblins scamming, scheming
Ghouls on parade, they're gettin' high as f*ck each and every day
Ghouls on their way, methgoblins scamming, scheming
Ghouls on parade, I'll pay you back next dole day cunt
One tick, one FIGHT
One punch, one KNIFE
One chance to
Wipe the slate clean
Sixteen to LIFE
Six kids, three WIVES
One chance to
Die defeated
I'm losing teeth, I'm losing friends
I'm decrepit, obscene
I spent weeks in the same jeans
I spend everything I got
To Cash Converters for a shot
People say I'm wasted - I said: No
I'm chasing, I'm chasing, I'm chasing!
Traffic cone, traffic head
Hoddle's Street's running red
Now I'm shaking on my own
Nobody's picking up the phone
I keep on talking to myself
About my current mental health
It's curtains for this party
All cooked on the glass barbie
People say I'm wasted. I said - No
I'm f*cking chasing, I'm f*cking chasing!
Traffic cone, traffic head
Hoddle's Street's running red
Ghouls on their way, methgoblins scamming, scheming
Ghouls on parade, they're gettin' high as f*ck each and every day
Ghouls on their way, methgoblins scamming, scheming
Ghouls on parade, I'll pay you back next dole day cunt
One tick, one FIGHT
One punch, one KNIFE
One chance to
Wipe the slate clean
Sixteen to LIFE
Six kids, three WIVES
One chance to
Die defeated
Writer: Bong-su Kwak, Edmund Fitzgerald, Michael Keane, Sergey Bochenkov
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid