paroles de chanson Drug - Version Eight

Never sold a drug that I couldn't take
Eighteen hundred miles
On a monday causeway
Bullets load my snowbound train
Roulette black russian
One more game
Got tattoos on my neck
Hope on my face
Tore my arms up
Healed on bad days
Took so many shots
At the stars
Shot the moon
And the sun down

I'm god's favored name
Yeah I'm everything you hate
Shoot you up, steal their love
Everybody has a drug
All I ever wanted was to get high
So I could build the wings
That break the sky

So can we turn this fucking night up
Burning all our bridges to light up
Everybody has their own drug
Got me so damn high I'm love drunk
So high on us
So high on angels in the dust
Everybody has their own drug
Got me so damn high I'm fucked up

One two three four five six seven eight
Take the fucking name
To the motherfucking grave
Say your grace
Clean your plate
And your goddamned face
Getting pushed without a cushion
Til I motherfucking break
No brakes octane
Can't feel my face
Can't fix your bad fucking music taste
Coming back from the grave
With a blood drenched face
No one ever saw me coming
Now your ass got no cake

Never told a lie that I couldn't fake
Eighteen hundred bones on the highway
Chasing me
Bullets on my snowbound plane
No runway drop it or we're dead

I'm god's favored name
Yeah I'm everything you hate
Shoot you up, steal their love
Everybody has a drug
All I ever wanted was to get high
So I could build the wings
That break the sky

So can we turn this fucking night up
Burning all our bridges to light up
Everybody has their own drug
Got me so damn high I'm love drunk
So high on us
So high on angels in the dust
Everybody has their own drug
Got me so damn high I'm fucked up