Timi Tamminen - Spun!

Dragged back to the bottom of the food-chain moaning
Should I blame myself or should I just own it?
Always was, always will be this neurotic
Downgrading from suites to cheap motel's rodents
Could slowly turn anyone rather stoic
Friends don't return calls back, only the bottle fucks me hard while I sit back and do nothing
Dead erections, horny and dejected, ain't that ironic?
Huh?
Huh?

The daily smell of dried beer mixed with xanax
The hand searching for needles, I'll break the habit
Once I'm out of this cell that's interactive
Double-check the window with every passing moment
Never know when the government's there
Finger itching, better call my new friends
Haven't slept well since God only knews when
Once upon a time I would have cared
I would have cared

Welcome back, been a while
Been a while
What's up, aight - business time
Aight
Cash in hand, close the blinds
Sure
Just stack the goods on the bedside
Bedside
6PM, low-key fried
Fried
These empty walls would suck a life
Oo
Out of the mild, I don't mind
You don't mind
Got the crank, pupils dilated
I might violate myself

It feels so good right now
Wait, is that a siren?
Huh
Something is up
Yeah
Look outside, someone must have called the cops
Fuck
Flush the drugs down the drain
It's a getaway or bust

Flush, flush, flush
Fuck, fuck, fuck
#$@&%*!
Someone's at the door
Someone's at the door
Can you hear the knock?
Quickly, grab the gun
Prepare to run

Written by:
Timi Tamminen

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