Sick Bats

Started out somewhere north of hollywood Found one chance to run and flee Headed east in search of something good At least something more concrete Now I'm here And everything's fucked Can't think or see straight Guess I'm a little bit of a basket case Knew this all along A few good days, think I just hit my stride Everything's better than I had planned Some stupid bastard found a way to crush my pride Got it back with one last stand But in the end Everything's fucked Can't think or see straight Guess I'm a little bit of a basket case Knew this all along I sold out There's no doubt Pawned my soul to be like them Scrape up what's left of me Feed it to the vultures I sold out There's no doubt But in the end, I'll never be like them Find a way to break free If it's the last thing I ever do I'm still here And everything's fucked Can't think or see straight And in the end Everything's fucked Can't think or see straight Guess I'm a little bit of a basket case Knew this all along