Chronic 歌词

I spend all the time on hallucinations Since I want let myself believe that The neighborhood madman is coming my way He's really a prince in disguise and is coming my way Over my dead body The sound of the ocean and the roar of the crowd Are not a very well kept secret He wants me to lose control As the city holds his breath until the end of times Mercy will make me laugh The bastard town speaks only of money The family doctor says I'm chronic I know at least we're food fot maggots So another full bottle is all that matters