bye bye my social life
blind glasses of shops is empty tonight
i know my wife is slut
dirty as can be
but she's in my blood
and Ann sells her for free
whatever who you are
a man or a girl
in our head
we're all homeless and dead
don't treat me so hard
don't treat me this way
my inner god
he knows that i'm ok
whatever who you are
a man or a girl
in our head
we're all homeless and dead
bye bye my social life
any paper burns, your pockets in dust
my boots with holes
dirty as can be
like small falling eyelash
you can be free
no, i don't treat them hard, no
no, i don't treat them anyway
my inner god
you know man, i'm ok
whatever who you are
a man or a girl
in our head
we're all homeless and dead