Open your eyes you filthy mess Face on the pavement my hands tied around me Glaring at me a stranger it can't be Got my luck to the worst that it can be And everything I say will waste and go away Like my body and my face But it makes no sense to worry Because I won't remember anything but how good I feel It's better giving into the urges that want you So shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up It's better giving into the urges that want you So shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up