like punch drunk fighters
we stumble through the streets
kissin´ in the hallways

we´re strippin´ & we´re slidin´
& we´re fallin´ to our knees
wrestlin´ through the doorway

drug sex - we bump & grind
drug sex - we lost track of time
and you never fucken done it
till you done it fucked up
drug sex - can´t believe you´re still up

i could be hungry in another life
if i could stand up baby
i would make you my wife

i thought i sa wheaven
there was a bright white light
it was only 7/11 on a saturday night

drug sex - we bump and grind
drug sex - we lost track of time
and you never fucken done it
till you done it fucked up
drug sex - i can´t believe you´re still up

you´re a little white lie
you´re a handful of truth
you´re a funky misdemeanour
you´re a mis-spent youth

i want one of them
i want one of those
i´d name specific reasons
but i need another dose

drug sex - we bump and grind
drug sex - we lost track of time
and you never fucken done it
till you done it fucked up
drug sex - i can´t believe it´s still up

had my drugs...

get me close to the honeypot...