SINS E

On the roof getting high. I got diesel in my veins. Thinking 'bout suicide. There's no Jesus in LA, but I still see Him sometimes. Sittin' on the walk of fame. Next to Jekyll and Hyde. The voices saying. Father, Father. There's no tomorrow. Father, Father. Drown in my sorrows. Father, forgive me. I'm sorry for my sins. So tired of living. Oh, where do I begin? The Coke, the whiskey. I smoke 'til I'm dizzy. I'm so fucking filthy. Forgive me for my sins. My phone's 'bout to die. I only got one call. I almost slipped the side. 'Til an angel broke my fall. Then we drove through the night. And we talked about it all. I thank God I survived. The voices saying. Father, There's no tomorrow. Father, Father. Drown in my sorrows. Father, Father. There's no Tomorrow. Father, Drown in my sorrows. Father, forgive me. I'm sorry for my sins. So tired of living. Oh, where do I begin? The Coke, the whiskey. I smoke 'til I'm dizzy. I'm so I'm so fucking fucking filthy. Filthy. Forgive Forgive me me for my sins. Father, forgive me. I'm sorry for my sins. But wait, just kidding. Always Was in the cold. Lowered well 'til I'm dizzy. I'm so fucking filthy. Forgive me for my sins.