Digital Faceless - Bottoms Up lyrics

Livin' in a dingy life
Smoking cigs all night
As I stare at the sky with
A pretty woman by my side
Watching the street lights while I'm
Drinking from my bottle
I smoke away all my thoughts of how
Many times I've gotten into trouble
Full of honesty in a corrupt world
It feels too real i grab my hand to my
Drink again when she disappears
Witnessing death, murder, smut and crime
Only for some couple bucks at
The amount of twenty-five
But that's fine because it is what
I feel like I must do
'Cause I'm already used to
Have my grey trenchcoat
And it's not because I do it
For the meager pay
It's cause I'm naturally driven
To discover the truth lA, the city of bright
Lights and dark shadows
I burn all of my enemies up like some candles
And all you're asking is ''why
Is everything so dark, though?''
'Cause this is all a late 40's noir show

Fuck, I think I drank too much
Another day, another case done
Another day that I'm cheating on my
Wife with a little brunette
Twenty-two, she’s working in a strip club
She always taking me to her private room
Making free shows, then she suck me off
I feel so guilty but she’s so fucking hot
For a 36-year-old officer that
Will do the job
When we’re done she’s sleeping
While I smoke a cigarette on the balcony
Another day im living with all these regrets
Another life that I took with my bloody hands
Another cigarette to make me forget
Despite the fact I'm trying
To protect this city
I'm a fucking scrap, the phone is ringing
I'm reloading my gun, I'm jumping in my car

She will pay for the night
Its her fault anyway she’s ruining her life
I'm risking my life every missions
The reaper’s getting closer
When I'm in danger i can barely touch her

Cigarette lit, ash flick on the pavement
Yellow brick road coated in
That grey painting
Invasive smell of grime and
Filth inside this city
Drink it down the fucking hatch
Find escape inside your kidney
Scotch and brandy I been fucking with these
Dames but they can't tame me
I'm just a soulless husk
Inside a black trenchcoat
I can feel all the dirt I've
Done inside my throat so
I'm hacking up a lung
Thinking bout how everything is wrong
Tommy guns inside the club
Shawty wanna know what's up
It'll all be fine, taking off the gloves
Running out of time
Jukebox running out of dimes
I could use a light before my lights go out
This my final drink better make it stout
Staring down the barrel of a snub nose
What just happens next? no one
Ever seems to know