IRC-Galleria

Next time I fall down I won’t rise.
I lay down and die, I close my eyes.
‘Cause there’s nothing left for me except these hurting feet, this hurting head.
Kick my ribs I don’t care... I just don’t care!
Like Nicholas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas,
but there’s no Elisabeth Shue and all that cash.

It might seem fun to you, but NO.
I’m fucking fed up with this show.
I’ve gone too far.
I just can’t stop...until I drop
I’m gonna drink myself to death.
Smell the whiskey in my last breath

Next time I fall down I won’t rise.
Next time I fall down I won’t rise.
Next time I fall down I won’t rise.
Next time I fall down I won’t rise.

I’m gonna drink myself to death.
Smell the whiskey in my last breath