Where Would You Rather Be? Lyrics

Hard hittin, you get depressed,
Once bittin, twice the mess,
No future, n thats for sure,
So stop tryin, pray for cures
Why bother, we're all the same,
Just pleasure, in different ways,
Don't judge me, quite so fast,
Ya hide the p*** and the whiskey glass,
What a lovely day,
Can hardly feel my face,
Not completley sure,
If I can take much more,
N I'M BORED!!! SO! (Where would you rather be)

Low livin, my system crashed,
God gimmie, an autograph,
No future, n thats for sure,
So stop tryin, n pray for cures,

SO BORED!!