Old Tricks

Insane and depraved oh still with those empty eyes One foot in the grave the other is not far behind Spoke to your mother and she's just as fucked as you Punitive measures that won't sit when you're twenty-two Roll up your sins and then choke on the fumes I'll always feel guilty 'cause of toxins like you And I'm just like you Climb onto me And I'm just like you Give into me So much like you Go on choke on me And I'm just like you Choke on me Insane and depraved oh still with those empty eyes One foot in the grave the other is not far behind Spoke to your mother and she's just as fucked as you Punitive measures that won't sit when you're twenty-two Roll up your sins and then choke on the fumes I'll always feel guilty 'cause of toxins like you And I'm just like you Climb onto me And I'm just like you Give into me Insane and depraved oh still with those empty eyes One foot in the grave the other is not far behind And I'm just like you Give into me So much like you Go on choke on me And I'm just like you Choke on me Choke Choke on me Choke Choke on me Choke Choke on me Choke Choke me me on me