Give me a drink
With an umbrella from Casablanca
My neck hurts because a splinter
Hit me
Hit me
My foundation is weak
I would easily snap in two
I've never lived healthy
Punish me
Punish me
The path I make is the path I take
Everything is part of the process
The day I turn to look back
I die
I die
Bartender, you understand
Give me four centiliters
And pour it by sight
Help me
Help me
Give me a drink
With an umbrella from Casablanca
My neck hurts because a splinter
Hit me
Hit me
Bartender, you understand
Give me four centiliters
And pour it by sight
Help me
Help me