Paroles de Welcome To My Humble Life Of Disarray
Seeing Sunday morning through bloodied eyesI feel so dead, yet I'm so alive
And the aftertaste of alcohol makes me want more
As I peel my face off the kitchen floor
I look around me, and what do I see?
One hundred bottles, laughing at me
I feel like shit, I smell like shit this sacred day
Welcome to my humble life of disarray
Welcome to my humble life of disarray
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