Wasted Life

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Here I go, again

There's my phone, again

My head's pounding,

I'm coming down from another round out on the town again.

Hand on the clock, ticking

The hotel room, spinning

There's a guy [?] singing up on the walls saying it's my fault the devil's ringing.

Same ****, every day

Set in my ways

I'm out of control again

Like someone cut the brakes.

Burning all of my time

You're asking why?

But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Didn't drive, **** it.

My [?] balls, suck it.

'Cause it ain't worth all the pains I learned,

Just another drop in the bucket.

Same ****, every day

Set in my ways

I'm out of control again

Like someone cut the brakes.

Burning all of my time

You're asking why?

But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Same ****, every day

Set in my ways

I'm out of control again...

Burning all of my time,

You're asking why?

But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

It's my way...

It's my, it's my wasted life

It's my, it's my wasted life

It's my, it's my wasted life.