It's 2009..and the song remains the same.
A nation of rats.
An open road of gutless, social moths.
A severe drought in sincerity.
A world of unethical, dick shooters.
Bottoms up.
I'm here to wreck your homes.
Cause permanent tension between you and your lady.
Steer you along your daydreams.
Bomb your frontal lobe with rubbish.
Spend your money.
Tailgate on your cornea.
I love being alive.
I love brushes with death.
I love whiskey.
I hate last call.
2009. And what it entails..
LUCKY DRUGS - ENEMY OF THE DUDS
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