I plan to leave the internet fuck your trend

Know you lied and know you cheat, you pushed me deeper in my own skin
Makes me wanna rot your brain and make sure I'm a bad influence
Coke'd out on the floor, you still want more, she a fucking silly whore
Codeine gets spilled but we only sip because we're skinnier than you

All I ate was a bag of chips, I'm such a punk, you can see my ribs
We're so fucked up, we reminisce, all we can feel is the numbness of our lips
We mixed our blood straight from our wrists and your girlfriend asks why we're doing this
We smoke our lungs out 'til they're black and I'm hospitalized, there's no turning back
All I ate was a bag of chips, I'm such a punk, you can see my ribs
We're so fucked up, we reminisce, all we can feel is the numbness of our lips
We mixed our blood straight from our wrists and your girlfriend asks why we're doing this
We smoke our lungs out 'til they're black and I'm hospitalized, there's no turning back

Know you lied and know you cheat, you pushed me deeper in my own skin
Makes me wanna rot your brain and make sure I'm a bad influence (Caught with the on-stage violence that had become his trademark)
(The next day, G.G. Allin was found dead)