We Want The Whip Testo

Right your wrongs, empty your lungs, you got shit, shit out of luck
Were you expecting glory, regaling stories of the pretty girls you've fucked?
It's no cause for alarm, you're just falling apart and that's alright

So, lock your doors and ask yourself what you're whining for?
You've got four walls and bed,
So everything you hoped I'd say is a mystery to me.
You've got four walls and a bed, so deal with it.

You've got a plate glass chin, a shit eating grin, So by all means, spit and bleed
We could just piss and moan till we're drunk and lonely
Sleep, consume, repeat
But come on, be real, be a fool, but be my friend

Do you need to get away?
Do you need to get away?
Do you need to get away?
Do you need to get away?