Loaded - MotorPsycho

You’ve got yours, I got mine

Nothing feels like cheap red wine

You got burned, I got laid

Why don’t you go away?

Nothing left to do, but smile, smile, smile

Loaded as I walk the crooked mile…

Loaded

Full tilt fuck up once again

You will never understand

I’m your monkey, throw me a dime

I’ll pay you back some day