You better stay awake in case you will be going down I gotta lot of hate and every single piece will knock you out Now we are dancing all alone, we're out of gas, I guess it's norm We gonna find it all in certain pieces on the floor, we gonna find it all Time to fucking rock - still alive, totally out of luck This - where your glory lives - glory hole, on your knees I'll do my best, I will, yet still we're going down the drain There's nothing left but pills and they will be our shelter from the rain Just like the good old fucking times we used to live and not survive The trip five minutes long and we are no longer alone, we're coming home, we're coming home Why do you live in sorrow? You better die tomorrow Get your booze, fuck your whores, your remorse doesn't counts anymore Why do you live in sorrow? You better die tomorrow Get your booze, fuck your whores, your remorse doesn't counts anymore