Thirteen funerals, just as many days
Thirteen bodies lying buried in their freshly dug graves
I'm wearing suits more than leather, more than denim, spikes, and chains
My sinus burns, my head it aches, and I can't ignore the pain
Mislabeled fentanyl's the price of playing the game
They all should have seen it coming from miles away
But who am I to judge? I do the same damn crime
I'm just working through some shit, I just need more time
So move goddamnit, it just ain't right
It got old so f*cking fast why don't you cut the f*cking lies
Your mother's here crying and your father too
What to do? What to do? What to do?
No more pain, it's in my brain
And the bitter taste of all that sweet cocaine
Just let me waste away
Because the love it never helped but all the drugs they made me more myself
Thirteen funerals, thirteen buried sods
Thirteen lying preachers saying the deceased is now with God
I never meant to get so far but I can't say I regret it
I had meant to just go home; I guess the party got to hectic
Never felt so damn alive, never felt this thing called joy
Got me floating on cloud nine and feeling like a little boy
So let the timer tick on by, the hours are borrowed anyway
Thought I wouldn't see last July but I'm still standing here today
Now they're telling me to grow up, say I have to act my age
With a job, a cubicle, and extra food stocked in the fridge
Still I think I'd rather die than be another corporate tool
What to do? What to do? What to do?
No more pain, it's in my brain
And the bitter taste of all that sweet cocaine
Just let me waste away
Because the love it never helped but all the drugs they made me more myself
Thirteen funerals, thirteen grieving mothers
Thirteen half-assed sentiments given to thirteen crying fathers
And I know that I'm up next, it's just the logical conclusion
But I'm drifting ever deeper in the depths of my delusion
With another bump, 'nother line, 'nother tied-off arm
Another parking ramp excursion where I'm riding in some car
She's staying up late wondering where I've gotta be
While I'm cooking with a lighter in a cellar ripe with need
Another funeral tomorrow in another threadbare suit
But I think I'll sit it out, I never knew the sodding fool
Got a prime seat, baby, all the eyes are on me
What to do? What to do? What to be?
No more pain, it's in my brain
And the bitter taste of all that sweet cocaine
Just let me waste away
Because the love it never helped but all the drugs they made me more myself
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Thirteen funerals, just as many days
Thirteen bodies lying buried in their freshly dug graves
I'm wearing suits more than leather, more than denim, spikes, and chains
My sinus burns, my head it aches, and I can't ignore the pain
Mislabeled fentanyl's the price of playing the game
They all should have seen it coming from miles away
But who am I to judge? I do the same damn crime
I'm just working through some shit, I just need more time
So move goddamnit, it just ain't right
It got old so f*cking fast why don't you cut the f*cking lies
Your mother's here crying and your father too
What to do? What to do? What to do?
No more pain, it's in my brain
And the bitter taste of all that sweet cocaine
Just let me waste away
Because the love it never helped but all the drugs they made me more myself
Thirteen funerals, thirteen buried sods
Thirteen lying preachers saying the deceased is now with God
I never meant to get so far but I can't say I regret it
I had meant to just go home; I guess the party got to hectic
Never felt so damn alive, never felt this thing called joy
Got me floating on cloud nine and feeling like a little boy
So let the timer tick on by, the hours are borrowed anyway
Thought I wouldn't see last July but I'm still standing here today
Now they're telling me to grow up, say I have to act my age
With a job, a cubicle, and extra food stocked in the fridge
Still I think I'd rather die than be another corporate tool
What to do? What to do? What to do?
No more pain, it's in my brain
And the bitter taste of all that sweet cocaine
Just let me waste away
Because the love it never helped but all the drugs they made me more myself
Thirteen funerals, thirteen grieving mothers
Thirteen half-assed sentiments given to thirteen crying fathers
And I know that I'm up next, it's just the logical conclusion
But I'm drifting ever deeper in the depths of my delusion
With another bump, 'nother line, 'nother tied-off arm
Another parking ramp excursion where I'm riding in some car
She's staying up late wondering where I've gotta be
While I'm cooking with a lighter in a cellar ripe with need
Another funeral tomorrow in another threadbare suit
But I think I'll sit it out, I never knew the sodding fool
Got a prime seat, baby, all the eyes are on me
What to do? What to do? What to be?
No more pain, it's in my brain
And the bitter taste of all that sweet cocaine
Just let me waste away
Because the love it never helped but all the drugs they made me more myself
Thirteen bodies lying buried in their freshly dug graves
I'm wearing suits more than leather, more than denim, spikes, and chains
My sinus burns, my head it aches, and I can't ignore the pain
Mislabeled fentanyl's the price of playing the game
They all should have seen it coming from miles away
But who am I to judge? I do the same damn crime
I'm just working through some shit, I just need more time
So move goddamnit, it just ain't right
It got old so f*cking fast why don't you cut the f*cking lies
Your mother's here crying and your father too
What to do? What to do? What to do?
No more pain, it's in my brain
And the bitter taste of all that sweet cocaine
Just let me waste away
Because the love it never helped but all the drugs they made me more myself
Thirteen funerals, thirteen buried sods
Thirteen lying preachers saying the deceased is now with God
I never meant to get so far but I can't say I regret it
I had meant to just go home; I guess the party got to hectic
Never felt so damn alive, never felt this thing called joy
Got me floating on cloud nine and feeling like a little boy
So let the timer tick on by, the hours are borrowed anyway
Thought I wouldn't see last July but I'm still standing here today
Now they're telling me to grow up, say I have to act my age
With a job, a cubicle, and extra food stocked in the fridge
Still I think I'd rather die than be another corporate tool
What to do? What to do? What to do?
No more pain, it's in my brain
And the bitter taste of all that sweet cocaine
Just let me waste away
Because the love it never helped but all the drugs they made me more myself
Thirteen funerals, thirteen grieving mothers
Thirteen half-assed sentiments given to thirteen crying fathers
And I know that I'm up next, it's just the logical conclusion
But I'm drifting ever deeper in the depths of my delusion
With another bump, 'nother line, 'nother tied-off arm
Another parking ramp excursion where I'm riding in some car
She's staying up late wondering where I've gotta be
While I'm cooking with a lighter in a cellar ripe with need
Another funeral tomorrow in another threadbare suit
But I think I'll sit it out, I never knew the sodding fool
Got a prime seat, baby, all the eyes are on me
What to do? What to do? What to be?
No more pain, it's in my brain
And the bitter taste of all that sweet cocaine
Just let me waste away
Because the love it never helped but all the drugs they made me more myself
Writer: Spergy McSperg
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