Текст песни Full Blown Meltdown

Wake up It was just a feeling He was emptying the coffers While I was staring at the ceiling Washed up Or what you wanna call it Popping the good shit With the boys at the office How bout it? On the verge of poverty And a full blown meltdown I'm still a loser and always will be So why change now? Fucked up Oh, who cares anyway? With one foot in the gutter And the other in the grave, I was thinking How long will self destruction be alluring? It's good for business and baby business is booming Isn't that a trip? I'll be sure to write it down When I hit rock bottom For all the people who love to fetishize problems And to tell the truth I fetishize them too It's pretty messed up, isn't it? And make no mistake I know exactly what I'm doing I'm just surprised the world isn't sick Of grown men whining like children You shouldn't take it so seriously It's just music after all And half the crap I say is just Things I've stolen from the bathroom walls Of shitty venues across America And I'm losing interest in self-help Equally bored of feeling sorry for myself It's been a couple of days Since I've had a full blown meltdown But I'm still a loser and always will be So why change now?