Wasted Prophet

A dozen bitches
Or righteous preacher
Who’s really stitching
Your wicked soul?
Make some decisions
Flown by the visions
Your only reason
Sex, drugs, and fucking rock’n’roll
The body never forgives and never forgets
Brain’s screaming: «Fuck your regrets»
Live your life, it’s fucking do or die
Gotta try to be one of a kind
Don’t get me fucking wrong
Sense was never a part of this song
Leave well alone, go for the best
And never care about the rest
Getting high or drunk?
Sing this fucking song
Come out, get up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
The future’s obvious
The future is comin', it’s comin', it’s comin', it’s comin' up
Get up, come out
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
An early grave awaits for us right now
How are you feeling?
Thy wounds not healing
Today’s condition
Is getting worse
It’s only measure
All of your pleasures
How quickly will you
Be buried six feet underground?
The body never forgives and never forgets
Brain’s screaming: «Fuck your regrets»
Live your life, it’s fucking do or die
Gotta try to be one of a kind
Don’t get me fucking wrong
Sense was never a part of this song
Leave well alone, go for the best
And never care about the rest
Nothing’s wrong with you
Loaded fucking fool
You fucking fool
Come out, get up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
The future’s obvious
The future is comin', it’s comin', it’s comin', it’s comin' up
Get up, come out
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
An early grave awaits for us right now
For us right now
For us right now
For us right now
For us right now