In Other Climes — Black Metal Hugs lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Black Metal Hugs" by In Other Climes.


If you don’t care where you are, then you ain’t fucking lost
The answer’s in the bottle, I know, the truth is hard to swallow
Hit the bottle to drown my sorrows
Don’t give a fuck about tomorrow
I have my highs, I have my lows
But who the hell are you to tell me which way to go?
If you don’t like me I probably really like you
I’m not your friend, I’m not your family, I don’t know you
They want me to change they said that I look so depressed
'Cause I like that bottle better than the rest
I ain’t got shit to prove you, no one gives a fuck about you
My shoes are used, dirty, and older than you
«Anyway, back to what I do worst»
Me and the boys are gonna stay out late
Puke on my shoes, pain in my head
We’re gonna drink and sing that song again
Throw us in jail, we don’t give a damn
Drinking whiskey older than hell
We’re gonna drink and sing that song again and again
Because there’s no drinking in hell
The only difference between me and you is that whiskey can’t fix your problems
Try super glue