90 days Songtext
von Slowner

Down comes the man who thought his spirit
Was tied to a bottle amber and cold
Couple shots and I′m ok, pretending to be a
God in flesh living unconstrained, fuck 'em all"
And the night was his bitch and the day was
His son, ruler of his world
Americana, way to go! Mexicola, way to go!

Not anymore
You′re under control
Not feasible
Under some methadone
You better keep your cool
Or else, boy
Please, not haldol
Please, not haldol!


There are some faces
Known from another time
Haziness, confusion
Old friends of mine
A stupid aftermath of
Having too much to hide
And now you are over
Over this

Well fuck that, I don't care
Next you know I'm outside with a bitch snorting from my cock
But that′s it, I′m an ass, momma didn't have
To see me almost die on the carpet floor
I know the game, I ain′t tame, but playing by
The rules just for once seems like the way to go
12 steps, way to go
3 months and fuck you all

Not anymore
Playing as the lamb
Please pardon God
For being too intense
Now I'm spiritual
In therapy and such
See momma I am sold
Playing the game as told


There are some faces
Known from another time
Boredom, Trokendi
Old friends of mine
A stupid conclusion
Of having too much to hide
And now I am under
Overboard