Grinspoon

(ILYSM)
While you sit there, remember my name I've got your tickets for you, don't be ashamed You spit on my face and you shit on my grave I love you so much You're so hot to touch I guess we're down on hard luck I guess we're drunk as fuck There's no reason for you to play the game The contradiction is hypocrisy shaped I tried to offer you the fortune and fame I love you so much You're so warm to touch I guess we're down on hard luck I guess we're drunk as fuck As fuck, as fuck We're drunk as fuck As fuck, as fuck We're together and we're drunk as fuck, hey We're together and we're drunk as fuck, hey We're together and we're drunk as fuck, hey We're together and we're drunk as fuck, hey We're together and we're drunk as fuck, hey From Letras Mania