Punch Drunk Love

Punch Drunk Love

By: Nick Workman

 

I can’t f****n’ write

I’m too damn stupid

I don’t feel right

F**k, just blame Cupid

Buy me a drink

I need to get fucked up

I talked to a shrink

He said that I’m fucked up

So I guess this is clinical

Send me to a doctor

My rhymes are cynical

Cause of death: helicopter

I just bought a new one

Fly like an eagle

Just bought a new gun

.50 Desert Eagle

Talk to my bullets

Don’t have time for the bullshit

Aim straight for the gullet

If I miss, hit the skull, s**t…

Splatter the brains

Paint the wall behind you

Clean up the stains

Make sure no one will find you

M**********r, I’m ruthless

You don’t understand

This planet is useless

We got Man vs. Man

Take me to a parallel

I’m feelin’ astronomic

Save me from this hell

Got that feeling in my stomach

The feeling I can’t shake

No matter how much f****n’ weed

Shakin’ like an earthquake

A spark plug I need

And when I start my car

I’m drivin’ away

To a place f****n’ far

No matter what I pay