Vangelism - Household God Lyrics

This feels like jail
Or at least what I've seen in the movies
Days wasted 
Waiting to fail
At being  the man that you made me
Green with envy
Army shade
We want what we don't have
And the rest we just take
Those little consequences
Always feel so fake 
Wine bottles
overflowing ashstrays
I think I've partied myself to death

Time to get drunk, time to get drunk
Can I have another taste of your hollow love
Time to get fucked, gotta gotta get fucked
Household god can't get enough

Theme parks 
In the middle of March
Abandon adult playgrounds
We're all lining up for an early start
I want a cotton candy kind of life
A three bedroom house
Two kids and a wife
But the sugar gives me cavities
An i keep passing out
While I'm brushing my teeth
In my rotting mouth
This sugar gives me cavities
I keep on passing out
While I'm brushing my teeth
I burnt my fuckin mouth

Time to get drunk, time to get drunk
Can I have another taste of your hollow love
Time to get fucked, gotta gotta get fucked
Household god can't get enough

It'll never be enough
It'll never be enough
It'll never ever be enough 

Time to get drunk, time to get drunk
Can I have another taste of your hollow love
Time to get fucked, gotta gotta get fucked
Household god can't get enough