Eat Me Drink Me Love Me Kill Me Lyrics - The Looks Or The Lifestyle - Pop Will Eat Itself

Escaping the twilight, drinking till sunrise 

I never thought a head like this would persist 

I could be dead at 33 like Belushi 

Drain myself away like Hancock in Sydney 

Who knows? Who cares? 

Who'll remember anyway? 

Welcome to hell 

Spend your time in hell 

I could try to change it but it suits me too well 

A not so private hell 

You feed my hunger but drown all my senses 

In the satisfaction stakes, it's like sitting on the number nine bus 

I can't stop me, you can't stop me, I can't stop me, you can't stop me 

One's too many, ten's not enough 

Welcome to hell 

Spend your time in hell 

I could try to change it but it suits me too well 

A not so private hell, welcome to hell 

Feels good to be back with Charlie and Hattie and my memory lapse 

Welcome to hell, welcome to hell, welcome to hell