How to Keep Your Eyeliner on Fleek While Doing Horrible Things to Your Body

I’ve got a twenty dollar bill
That says we’re all fucked

Who do you carry the torch for?
Do you believe in anything?
Is that what you call a getaway?
Or are you just fucking with me?
Are you just fucking with me?

Tell all the English boys you meet
You’ll feel better when
You’re six feet fucking deep
‘Cause there’s no getting out of this one
Lewd jaw and a bedmesser assrod

So, let shit beer pour down from the sky
Let’s fucking kill ourselves tonight

[Chorus]
So, let shit beer pour down from the sky
I don’t wanna wake up tomorrow
I just want to wash away the night
And forget this fucking life

You’ve gotta give it to me
One last time again
You’ve gotta give it to me
One last time, my friend
You can’t make me

Apostrophe, eat pastrami
He passed on me - who?

Fuck this place, kill everybody
Fuck this place, kill every fucking one
Fuck this place, kill everybody
Fuck this place, kill me; I’m fucking done

You said you were empty inside
Well, are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better now?

Well, I want nothing but
To live with purpose
But we’ll all die for nothing
And I want nothing more
Than to transcend this
But we’ll just fall

We’ll all die in a fucking hole
So give me sex
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll
Fuck you