The life of an alcoholic musician that I like to call Yahdz |
They're gonna wash your brain From the inside out, And tell you it's okay. The Glitz and the Glamour, The drugs and the sex It's all a public display... You're gonna die in the end so you might as well enjoy the ride Strum that guitar 'till your fingers feel numb 'Cause in the end it'll all be "all right" At least that what YOU think, right now you're so tipsy you can't even see straight. What happened to that little girl that played around with Barbie dolls? Cigarettes and pills you don't care at all. I miss that girl. She was my best friend Her dark hair dyed blond Her nails sparkly pink. I want my Yahdz back. Grab the martinis Strap on your heels You have no idea, How bad that makes me feel. "Awake and unafraid, asleep or dead" that's what the song says Are you asleep? Or are you dead? Where is your shame? The decency is flushed The "Glitz and the Glamour" You can never get too much. Pray for forgiveness as you cry yourself to sleep, Thinking about what it was like, before that little girl who played with dolls Grew up, to be a promiscuous 'woman', going along with whatever she picks up. Don't tell me your sorry. Don't tell me not to be mad, 'cause you know that ain't happening I want my Yahdz back. Their gonna wash your brains From the inside out And tell you it's okay. The "Glitz and the Glamour" The drugs and the sex Watch it all fade away It'll always stay the same. |