Tekster:
Blatz

Walk through the filth you will find me there needle hanging from my vein I own you I own your emotions i can make you love i can make you hate you

What did they put in your drink, chuck? what did they put in your drink? chuck aint that just your luck, chuck? what did they put in your drink? was

Don't forget the struggle don't for get the streets you don't have to worry you're such a creep the lower east side is the place that's true but it

Im in the corner of the cockroach cafe a man hums and it makes me mad I want to cry, but I want attention more and I need to cry but no one would listen

Zippo's toilet paper yeah thats true and the ashtrays just a petting zoo were not gonna piss in a cup no were gonna fuk shit up shooting up and smoking

[Originally by X] Today you're gonna be sick so sick you'll prop your forhead on the sink say oh christ oh christ oh jesus christ my head's gotta crack

I took my dolly of the shelf her teardrops were dry, she looked so familiar she made me vomit but she didnt make me cry, I said get me a cookie cause

Sleep little one sleep, take comfort in the nights embrace cuz the morning sun will open your eyes and youll see that you live in a fucked up place.