L.C.L!: That?s me in the corner Drinking pink champagne Sweat little drink Is somehow washing my pain That?s me in the corner Drinking Russian Vodka Straight from the bottle I?ve gone through another That?s me in the corner Drinking Myself dead! That?s me in the corner The corner of my bed Is dripping red Could be from the win Or it could be from my head When I fell on it That?s me in the corner Now I am dead That?s me in the corner Lying, not moving That?s me in the corner That?s me in the corner Along with 60 hundred bottle I can kiss the night goodbye Can?t drink no more bottle That?s me in the corner Unable to drink no more Can open my eyes You should see my dark red flower That?s me in the corner Drinking Myself dead! That?s me in the corner The corner of my bed Is dripping red Could be from the win Or it could be from my head When I fell on it That?s me in the corner Now I am dead That?s me in the corner Lying, not moving That?s me in the corner |
||
|