Whoa, whoa, whoa... Here I go, again There's my phone, again My head's pounding, I'm coming down from another round out on the town again Hand on the clock, ticking The hotel room, spinning There's a guy on a cross hanging up on the walls Saying it's my fault, the devil's grinning Same shit, every day Set in my ways I'm out of control again Like someone cut the brakes Burning all of my time You're asking why? But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life Whoa, whoa, whoa... Dead-end job, fuck it. My asshole boss, suck it. 'Cause it ain't worth all the pennies I've earned Just another drop in the bucket Same shit, every day Set in my ways I'm out of control again Like someone cut the brakes Burning all of my time You're asking why? But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life Whoa, whoa, whoa... Same shit, every day Set in my ways I'm out of control again... Burning all of my time You're asking why? But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life Whoa, whoa, whoa... It's my way... It's my, it's my wasted life It's my, it's my wasted life It's my, it's my wasted life