I wake up in the evening more tired than before,
Bruises still bleeding from last night show.
I've never been one for life's simple delights,
But I ain't going down without a fight!
My paper crown is dragging me down,
I love this town, but it's making me drown.
This life is fuckin' pain, but we'll do it again...
Fuck! We'll do it again!
Sometimes I thinks it's too late for me,
Some dreams just aren't meant to be.
It's been I while since I've seen the sun,
But, baby, I'm having so much fun.
My paper crown weighs down on me,
I can't see, I'm a burning tree!
This love is fuckin hate, but we'll do it again...
Fuck! We'll do it again.
I promise it's all just an ego trip,
Soon you gonna see the end of it!
And please don't cry by the end of the show,
Cause, baby, it's just rock'n'roll.
My paper crown is dragging me down
I feel like a clown, like I’m wearing a gown.
This life is fuckin pain... but it won't bring me down, no it won't bring down.
And this hell is what I call home
What I call home?!
I feel like a clown, like I’m wearing a gown,
I can't see, I'm a burning tree.
I love this town but its making me drown,
Fuck them all, only we!
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