"Harry, the best cure I ever came across for a hangover was raw meat
And plenty of it.
You break an egg on it.
Add in some salted anchovies, Tabasco and Worcestershire sauce
If you want, we can order up some for you.
Now that I come to mention it, Coop
You know what I'm in the mood for?
What's that, Gordon?
A steak so rare you could sell it at Tiffany's."
I hate myself, she hates the world, we wanna die
But after 3, 4, 5 drinks, we go from losers to stars
Cocaine, Marijuana, and some blessed M.D.M.A
Gonna hate all motherfuckers that are standing in our way
Come bite my lips, don't mind them bleeding in the dark
Hell yeah, dancing with a razorblade has never looked so dark
We hiding 'round the corners, never see the light of the day
Gonna kill all motherfuckers that are standing in her way
So run, girl, run! Until you cross the line
Sing it fucking with me again
Reach slow motion, con the pain
Our souls are broken down in borderlines
But love will carry us away from today
Reach slow motion, reach slow motion
Reach slow motion, con the pain
Pray for the Damned
Oh
Release the self, release myself baby
Fucking devotion has now morphed into chains
Her carousel swerves me into the notion
Her lucky countdown will relief all the pain
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
So run, girl, run! Until you cross the line
Slit it fucking with me again
Reach slow motion, con the pain (pray for the damned)
Her soul is broken down in borderlines
Will you carry me away from today?
Reach slow motion, reach slow motion
Reach slow motion, con the pain
Survive the day
Endure the night
All of my friends are make believe
"I'll be ok.", "You'll be alright"
Yeah, that's what all the bastards say
Survive the day
Endure the night
All of my friends are make believe
I'll be ok, I'll be alright
Oh won't you carry us away from the damned?
A lie always seen to late
So run, girl, run! Until you cross the line
Slit it fucking with me again
Reach slow motion, con the pain
Our souls are broken down in borderlines
But love will carry us away from the pain
Any last words before we're dead?