Inside the Henday, I rot and I die
What's that up top? A blue spot of sky?
No it is not sir, it's grey till I cry
I'd rather have vinegar sprayed in my eyes
It's cold as a mountain I'm too fat to climb
Now I'm sad sipping this whisky inside
Oh who am I kidding I'm not sipping I'm gulping
I'm sulking
I'm bulking
Fist fulla hair pulling
Aging
Raging
Wasting
Hating
Quitting
Too tired 'n lazy to write so just listing
What's that up top? A blue spot of sky?
No it is not sir, it's grey till I cry
I'd rather have vinegar sprayed in my eyes
It's cold as a mountain I'm too fat to climb
Now I'm sad sipping this whisky inside
Oh who am I kidding I'm not sipping I'm gulping
I'm sulking
I'm bulking
Fist fulla hair pulling
Aging
Raging
Wasting
Hating
Quitting
Too tired 'n lazy to write so just listing