Well you got no friends and you're always alone
But you've got twenty missed calls on your cellular phone
If you're constantly out to lunch you're gonna choke on a bone (choke on a bone)
You're never sick but you always feel ill
You got a belly full of honey and a pocket full of pills
If you're living in your own world eventually you'll die alone
But if you like it, let it kill you
If you like it, let it kill you (x2)
Save your talk for the dollar store, no bargaining with it
Your breath is something whiskey and your words are just spit
You've got a hollow leg and the rest of you is full of shit
You can't get enough cause you're a bottomless pit
You're a fly in a pigsty, wallowing in it
If you swallow that bug in your drink you think you'll get
But of you like it, let it kill you
If you like it, let it kill you (x2)
It's gonna be a long way home
So I'm gonna rock the microphone
You try to make it go away with tough medication
But oblivious to the world is such an odd sensation
If you're living in a bubble then you're gonna die of suffocation
Are you gonna give it up? Are you gonna let it go?
You can enter the rest of the world cause every body knows
That you're happy when you're high and you're crappy when you're feeling low
But if you like it, let it kill you
If you like it, let it kill you (x4)
It's gonna be a long way home
It's gonna be a long way home (x2)
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