A drunk tale of a fucked up delinquent

Morning drinkers, midnight drifters
neon biting and black jack liquor
karpackie % one, two, three
off the back of a slippery codiene
I'll poke pins through you, your my doll... with black magic voodoo,
you cant disarm my reckless charm and I'll only come to harm you
stay away from me and what i'll preach
I've come to nothing trying to survive the street
and all what it can give
what i had is something
I'll always miss
your succulant, baby pink smooth
your lemon tail, sweetens sour highs
a joint always tell the tale
with what the fuck is going on inside
rich cups of tea, and a english fairytale
how the fucking cold winds can prevail
'round addiction and im the fuck bunny mistress
take me 'round town and I'll point out any clown
who has tried to die whilst getting high
numb and your soul has left without you
in a plume of smoke where you choke out
fatale excuses of the reasons why we would like to die
theres just something missing behind my eyes
Pat, pat, pat.. i cant pay your fucking money back
that is that, and how the fuck am i gonna retract this crack hat
my son, you have a life of tales,
but these fuckng cold winds prevail
pipe the fuck down
you lost your left leg 'cause you couldnt leave the brown
alone, alone, alone, come down of your thrown
im clean and that me and not you, you scummy cunt, fuck you
boo daddy boo, your mommy problems are seen through and through
you, without a clue, misguided youth, underestimated my next move
la la laa... da daddy daa... your underestimated my next move
it was to get clean and fucking leave you where the fuck you belong
and extract from you your tales of misspent youth
'cause mine arnt worth your time
i just cant trust myself with a drink
i should pour it down the kitching sink
and share my passion for writing
but this is not good timing
i like to be drunk, 'cause them problems
i cant fucking solve them, i think, i try to forget
but they are just stuck in my fucking head