Lyrics

Poison for my body is like food for my soul
So I go on murdering myself with vice and alcohol
And I know that I'm dying and I know that I shouldn't
But I go on doing bad things that make me feel good
Cause they make me feel good

Glasses make you look so much smarter when they're filled with rosé
And you're a fine spectacle when you're filled with champagne
Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker
Yeah, I'm just like Mrs. Parker, only dumber and sicker
I'm a cheap, cheap date
Can't hardly wait!

Tell me, is there more to life than leisure?
Show me all the points beyond pleasure
I'll say this, I am no masochist
Just a hedonist
Looking for a God that knows how to sin
But I keep going back to the one that's made of porcelain
I guess no-one wins

Whiskey drinks, velvet clothes, sex, sleep, and food
Chase away the ticking clock and the existential blues
I'll smoke cigarettes, drink hoppy beer
Until the day that I disappear
How can you miss me when I was hardly even here?

Tell me, is there more to life than leisure?
Show me all the points beyond pleasure
I'll say this, I am no masochist
Just a hedonist
Looking for a God that knows how to sin
But I keep going back to the one that's made of porcelain
I guess no-one wins