Songtext von Wasted Away

Go! West Coast! I'm aware of the fact you think my life hasn't amounted to shit. I've traded my home for the road and haven't got a thing. There must be something more to this, how many times can we have this argument? I'm broke, broke, sick, sore, tired and full of hate, drift off to sleep in another state. This Friday night, every night shit's fucking killing me, but Vipers will not accept defeat (x2). Another Saturday night wasted away, too far to care and too drunk to dream. Once again the words you said won't get, won't get, out of my fucking head. A tall boy, some jams and the HLC is all I need tonight to forget you (x2). Another Saturday night wasted away, too far too care and too drunk to dream. Once again the words you said won't get, won't get, out of my fucking head.