Decadent & Desperate (Absentia) Songtext
von Mortiis

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!