"Dru's Story (Me & My Temper)" lyrics
(from "After The Party, After Party" soundtrack)
The party's swingin' in like a wreckin' ball
People gettin' naked for no reason at all
Girls puking up and tongues down throats
Uncle Eddie's tellin' all his racist jokes
After the after-after party
Woke up in a pool of red
Crimson knife lyin' by the bed
Spillin' marks on the kitchen door
What went wrong?
Stale smell hangin' in the air (That could be—)
Bloody mess in my beard and hair (Just hold on a—)
Dead body on the kitchen floor
What have I done?
Me and my temper
Blood on my sweatshirt, blood on my hands
Me and my temper
Fucked up and I killed a man
Drunk too much [?]
And things got a tad out of hand
Me and my temper
Killed a man
(Come on mate, there's gotta be a rational explanation)
Fast forward, I'm on the run
Drugged real classics up my rectum
Always on the move to different places
Killin' my friends on a daily basis (Sorry!)
Cocked up, now nothing's right
Had to cook more meth than Walter White
Jumped ship with Somali pirates
Robbed rich kids like Miley Cyrus
Flee down to Mexico, where the people will never know
What I've done, 'cause I'll never show
Want to stay, but I've gotta go
Change my name to Luis
So the people don't take the piss
Find a family and settle down
'Til some gang from another town
Come and brutally murder the lot of 'em
(What are you talking about?)
Me and my temper
From the devil inside of me
Me and my temper
Mum won't have me 'round for tea
Drunk too much [?]
And things got a tad out of hand
Me and my temper
Killed a—
When you get drunk, that's not what you do (A porky lies)
Your food rage takes a hold of you (Tears I've cried)
Only starch-based food will please ya
That's when I saw you heading for the freezer
You're just a man, not a serial killer
[?] and it's mine to fill-er
That's not blood that you got on ya
That's microwaveable meat lasagna
'Sagna, 'sagna, 'sagna, 'sagna
People gettin' naked for no reason at all
Girls puking up and tongues down throats
Uncle Eddie's tellin' all his racist jokes
After the after-after party
Woke up in a pool of red
Crimson knife lyin' by the bed
Spillin' marks on the kitchen door
What went wrong?
Stale smell hangin' in the air (That could be—)
Bloody mess in my beard and hair (Just hold on a—)
Dead body on the kitchen floor
What have I done?
Me and my temper
Blood on my sweatshirt, blood on my hands
Me and my temper
Fucked up and I killed a man
Drunk too much [?]
And things got a tad out of hand
Me and my temper
Killed a man
(Come on mate, there's gotta be a rational explanation)
Fast forward, I'm on the run
Drugged real classics up my rectum
Always on the move to different places
Killin' my friends on a daily basis (Sorry!)
Cocked up, now nothing's right
Had to cook more meth than Walter White
Jumped ship with Somali pirates
Robbed rich kids like Miley Cyrus
Flee down to Mexico, where the people will never know
What I've done, 'cause I'll never show
Want to stay, but I've gotta go
Change my name to Luis
So the people don't take the piss
Find a family and settle down
'Til some gang from another town
Come and brutally murder the lot of 'em
(What are you talking about?)
Me and my temper
From the devil inside of me
Me and my temper
Mum won't have me 'round for tea
Drunk too much [?]
And things got a tad out of hand
Me and my temper
Killed a—
When you get drunk, that's not what you do (A porky lies)
Your food rage takes a hold of you (Tears I've cried)
Only starch-based food will please ya
That's when I saw you heading for the freezer
You're just a man, not a serial killer
[?] and it's mine to fill-er
That's not blood that you got on ya
That's microwaveable meat lasagna
'Sagna, 'sagna, 'sagna, 'sagna
