(HillsGaldames 3:32)



I Don't want to pay the rent

I don't want to wake up bent again

I don't want to end up downtown tonight

I'm on fire



I'm on automatic

No matter what you feed me



All I do is lay around

Don't know how to live a better way

I don't see the room around me tonight



I'm on automatic

No matter what you feed me



I'm on automatic

No matter what you feed me



Oh oh

You're better looking

Oh oh

You make more money than me

Oh oh oh

You're better looking

Oh oh

I guess it really doesn't matter to me



Feels like every other day

Make a break and finally get away

I invented what surrounds me at night

I'm on fire



I'm on automatic

No matter what you feed me



I'm on automatic

No matter what you feed me



Oh oh

You're better looking

Oh oh

You make more money than me

Oh oh oh

You're better looking

Oh oh

I guess it really doesn't matter to me



You are the reason I'm alive

No Fighting

No police in sight

The birds are freezing in the sky

There's nothing left of me die



Oh oh

You're better looking

Oh oh

You make more money than me

Oh oh oh

You're better looking

Oh oh

I guess it really doesn't matter to me



I guess it really doesn't matter to me

I guess it really doesn't matter to me