M.C.P.D. Lyrics

Album: Roadkill

Wake up on the floor from a fucked up haze

Ribs seem broken and I can’t feel my face

Try to get my bearings and find a way around

The memories of last night finally inbound

The living room is thrashed

The toilet bowl is gone

For some fucking reason the fridge is on the lawn

With bloodshot eyes I scan the house for beer

With none in sight I feel the end is near

This madness will not end

A spiralling decent

With a tiny consequence

A minor case of permanent death

A bender without end

Reality will bend

With one small side effect

A minor case of permanent death

I look at the destruction and start to feel despair

Instead of fixing this shit I’d rather be dead

But when I look around and finally realise

This ain’t my fucking house it’s time to run and hide

I wake up naked in a ditch remember nothing at all

Swear a duck just pissed on me claiming vengeance from before

All the while a fucking racoon flipped me off and stole my bike

I'm gonna get that thumbless fool for that move unsportsmanlike

I am the embodiment of madness

The world shall burn at my feet