Let the b*tches Die lyrics

His new-found friends
Kept him sweating all night
He'll lick and kiss their necks
Until they c*m down his throat

Daylight breaks
He wipes the crust from his eyes
Takes the bottle out his hand
Oh, now he's in demand

A thousand messages
But not a soul in his bed

His shirt and shoes
He places them on a shelf
By two, he's getting off
Reaches for them again

Naked limbs
A sweating chest
It takes more than forethought
To keep this heart running
I give in
It is nothing short