What Dogs See 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