Lyrics

Drinking enough to knife to death the dumb down Drinking yourself to death, am I in touch now? You ask me how to cure your headache, use a gun If you think you're doing something special, it's been done So just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life Don't leave out the sure to itch in your opinion The louder they come, the thicker they are, so dream on If you think you got style in your limo to a club You may feel like a kick, but the coma looks more fun So just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life Drinking enough to knife to death the dumb down Drinking myself to death, am I in touch now? You ask me how to cure your headache, use a gun Well, if you think you're doing something special, it's been done So just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, think harder Think harder, think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life Think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life Think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life Think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life
Writer(s): Chris Corner, Ian Pickering, Liam Coverdale Howe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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