Låttexter: Mortiis. Decadent and Desperate.

Beat down, fucked up
I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup
Now what you tell me
I can't even get shit for free

Hey girl, I'll have to go
Ain't got no money so let's go slow
In my room, this living hell
A living hell in the shit motel

Decadent and desperate

Fair play, crack's your pay
Shoot me up and make my day
Oh yeah, way to go
You really are a damn good ho

Oh, yeah, at the shit motel
How I love being stuck in this cell
Fucked up in a shit stained sty
Everything they ever said was a big, fat lie

Decadent
And desperate

You're such a fucking dog
Looking for your special drug

Decadent and desperate

Beat down, fucked up
I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup
Now what you tell me
I can't even get shit for free

All right, come on
In a year or two
We'll both be gone
Who cares how sweet?
Your pain's gonna taste
When it falls to shit