On My Way

I’m on my way
I’m on my way
On my way to hell
And I’ll be late
I will be late
I got time to kill

And I’ve been drinking
For two whole days
And I’ve been singing
For two decades
And I’ve been lying
To all my friends

And it feels good
And I feel great
‘Cause I’m on my way

If God loves a sinner
Then I guess we’re all loved
It’s not that I’m bitter
Just a little pissed off
An eye with three sides
Got no need to see
‘Cause we’re all living blind
In the belly of the beast
Aleister Crowley, are you ready for me?
‘Cause I’m on my way

I’m on my way
I’m on my way
On my way to hell
And I’ll be late
I will be late
I got time to kill
I’ll smoke a jay
‘Cause I got time
I got time to chill
And I’ll be late
‘Cause I got time
Got a bitta time to kill

If sex is the reason
Then I guess we’re all fucked
‘Cause we’re all getting closer
But I wouldn’t call it love

Now the drugs are shootin’ up in my brain
Poison pumping through my veins
Yeah, the drugs are shootin’ up in my brain

And it feels good
And it always should
When you’re on your way

I’ll do what pleases me
I will be free
I will be free
I’ll do what pleases me
I will be free
I will be free