Bottle

Sometimes it seems nothing goes and everything sucks
Like a bad dream, hey what a f*ck
And then I think, there must be something
Stopping me being bored
Suddenly a lightning, there was a thing I’ve never seen before
It was a bottle small and thin
In which was oil or water in
I opened it and there was power
I grapped the bottle and I took a bit from it
It was a good feeling, but it tasted like f*cking shit
Then I said to me «Who Cares?» and I drunk the rest
Suddenly started flying, tell you what, that was the best
I started like a rocket, flew down to Austria
But I couldn’t stop, so I came to Gambia
I said «I want to stop — Is there nothing I could do?»
Then I heard a voice from nowhere and it said «No!»