Drinking.Bleach - Death Cult Lyrics

I got troubles all about me
I got a blindfold cigarette
I got an impulse ridden country
I got three candles in a set
I got home to find you dead
With an anvil in your teeth
I got stoned and ate my head
I got this group chant and some
Politicking from the pulpit

I got troubles all about me
I got a misery machine
I got a black hole in my pocket
I got a belt between my teeh
I left home to make amends
I got just half way down the street
I got this dream it never ends
With all these plague infested
Rats piled up, dead in the thousands

Hold close to your friends
Remember where you live
You are owed nothing
Hope fades, age sets in now

Its a dream that never ends
A dream that never ends
A dream that never ends
A dream that never ends