Heroin Chic Lyrics
The song Heroin Chic is performed by My Dying Bride in the album named 34.788% Complete in the year 1998 .
Falling flat, falling on my face
Up yours you f**king basket case
Come on, come on, take a shot
Kick me, kicking you, kick the lot
Talk to you with a frightening blade
Hear me stalk through the 6th f**king grade
Bar wax clogging up your head
Maybe you're dumb, maybe you wanna be dead
Take a ride through a city tonight
Or we can stay here smoking shite
Fear grabs like a falling man
Unforgiving is its choking hand
Come on, come on if you've got the guts
Kill me now 'cause I don't give a f**k
in, out, baby I don't mind. Nice cunt. Nice behind
Groping around like a stupid kid
Bastards f**king everywhere
It's all I see, I can't help but stare
Talking crap and looking like a twat
See the blade. Feel the blade in your back
This night. This night is hot
Hope it rains. Hope it rains a lot
Everywhere s*ckers stop and stare
f**king city's just a f**king mess
Up to its neck in f**king piss
Children playing with broken gla*s
Kill themselves for a laugh
Tired of being sold as meat
Whores give up beating on my meat
Actually, you know, I don't really mind
Too many scabs. Flesh is hard to find
Crime is here. Here to stay
Under pressure to admit you're gay
No money. No love. No luck
Tough shit, stupid, worthless f**k
Say you will. Say you won't. Say wou will
Shit and scum. f**king pigs everywhere
Hara*sing me but I don't f**king care
I'm not free. They're always tying me down
Taking me. Taking me down town
Bitches. Yeah, I f**ked my share
And their mothers 'cause I don't care
Say you will. Say you won't. Say you will
Talking shit. You want it up the hilt
Always feeling sick and always drunk
Raining at last, thank Christ you cunt
Do me now with your heroin chic
Say nothing more. Do not f**king speak
Calmly walk from slut to slut
Up everyone. You know I don't mind a f**k
No protection baby, who f**king cares
Take a look. Come on. Everyone stare
Life for life is just the way its at
I don't remember last time I laughed
Call my woman but she's never home
Killed everyone to use this f**king phone
Eye for an eye and all that shit
Rip you off 'cause I need a hit
Sit-down-now-I've-had-enough
My Dying Bride - 34.788% Complete
Nov 1998
Heroin Chic