Funeral Mantra - Slave to the Wave Lyrics

I got the money inside the pocket of my pants
She's on the bed wearing her f*ckin skirt
Porn girls and live chats on tv
Sci-fi B-movies are under attack
Eyes on my hot pants
She's thinking about my breath
Ice cubes melted with jack
Smokin' cigarettes
28th August, please bring me my snow
Sweating adrenaline under the sun
Searchin' and searchin' for the treasure you've lost
Go out with the money, take all that I got
Eyes on my hot pants
She's thinking about my breath
Ice cubes melted with jack
Smokin' cigarettes
Your eyes on my face
The illusion of having you mine
This is the price to pay to feel alive
Eyes on me
Eyes on me
Eyes on me
Eyes on me
Eyes on me
Eyes on me
Eyes on me
Eyes on my hot pants,
She's thinking about my breath
Ice cubes melted with jack,
Smokin' cigarettes
Yeah, comeon
Couse I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a slave
Couse I'm a slave, slave
Slave
Slave
Couse I'm a slave
I'm a slave to the wave
Slave to the wave
Slave
Slave
Slave