Asking for It - Untitled

I'm wondering what it's like
On the other side
Cause I'm pretty sure that I'm ready to die
I'm telling my boss she's a bitch
And I'm uppercutting ex-girlfriends
And setting wrongs right
Well tonight we're going drink driving
On the wrong side of the road
Cause I'm pretty sure that I'm ready to quit
And I'm ready to spend all eternity
In the fiery depths of hell
If they exist

Here is to fucking up
And knowing we're all full of shit
The scientists, the teachers, and the cops
It's the kind of night to die
When there's no purpose nothing matters at all

I'm picking out some dark clothes
And heading into the night
When the clock strikes 12
Going looking around in your backyard
Looking for stuff that I can sell
Well tonight I'm reading up
In all sorts of forbidden books
Looking up plans of how to make bombs
I'm talking about total genocide
Of the liars and the fakers
Starting with God

Here is to fucking up
And knowing everything is wrong
Newspapers, television, and cops
It's the kind of night to die
When there's no purpose nothing matters at all
When there's no purpose nothing matters at all

Written by:
Chris Burrows

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