dust in my house is piling up,
spiders on my bed, i can´t sleep,
i´m talking to bottles about love and hate,
making bottle talk.
down in your club, spending my dimes,

what a steal sucking down, my friend on tap,
i was looking for friendship,
but all i got is a headache.
drunk in your club? could´ve seen it coming,
i wasn´t looking for trouble but for a friend.
you let me in,
to feed my soul,
but now it´s time,
you kick me out,
you´re just living,
on people´s pain,
it only numbs,
the pain remains.
banned from your club,
but i´m feeling so free,
there´s no solution,
in your house now i see.