You know it!

I don't have any drugs to dream about you
I don't have any muse to feel your weight
To write about what I know!
While watching TV in the living room
Need a bottle of wine
I'm in despair
Need a bottle of whiskey
It is serious

It comes from the mind
It doesn't come from the heart
from the guts!

A bottle of tequila will burn my throat
Nicotine will yellowish my fingers
You know that caffeine does me wrong
Bagasse is what comes the best

It comes from the mind
It doesn't come from the heart
from the guts!

from the guts
You know it!

You asked me
from the heart!

I need tradition to rebel
Memories to thing about the future
To lay down all the stones
Ruin everything and anything
That you can ever see
As I laid my words on a paper
Making myself a mark for life
Stand by myself
You know it!