It's not easy, easy to fuck up
It costs, it costs, it costs very dear
I'm going to clean up, I'm going to flush the toilet
In the toilet of my little studio
It's not easy, easy to fuck up
It's for the rich, sleeping pills
Russian roulette is completely stupid
When you can die from one flush of the toilet
I smoke to forget that you drink
I make myself at home
I blow the smoke back onto a poster of you
Life is like an overdose
You take everything right away
You die and quickly
And if you don't take it, it's life that has you
I'm good, good, very good in my storage room
There are newspapers , so I read them...
They say that happiness
Maybe it's just a lie
I don't care, I won't wait for the end of my story
I smoke to forget that you drink
I make myself at home
I blow the smoke back onto a poster of you
Life is like an overdose
You take everything right away
You die of it and quickly
And if you don't take it, it's life that gets you
Yes, but for the apple pie , two or three goldens
A small glass of rum, a stick of cinnamon
Roll, roll the dough well, place in the room
It costs me »take the drip
Taste, taste
I smoke to forget that you drink
I smoke to forget that you drink

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