bye bye my social life blind glasses of shops is empty tonight i know my wife is slut dirty as can but she's in my blood and Ann sells her for free whatever who you are a man or a girl in our head we'ra all homeless and dead don't treat me so hard don't treat me this way my inner god he knows that i'm ok
whatever who you are a man or a girl in our head we're all homeless and dead bye bye my social life any paper burns, your pockets in dust my boots with holes dirty as can be like small falling eyelash you can be free no i don't treat them hard, no no i don't treat they anyway my inner god, you know man I'm ok whatever who you are
a man or a girl in our head we're all homeless and dead