Moonshine - Hardcore Superstar

Don’t talk about moonshine;

Don’t talk about white wine

I’m drawing a fine line

Sick, twisted, strange kind

I stick my tongue out

Feel stupid

Don’t you see?

I say the worst things and call it honesty

That’s something wrong here

I entertain my worst fear

It’s all in me

Don’t talk about moonshine;

Don’t talk about white wine

I’m drawing a fine line

Sick, twisted, strange kind

I get sick when the sun shines

Used up on white lines

Sick, twisted, strange kind

No doubt about it

Got problems with my head

Don’t try to hide it

That’s what my girl said

I’m on my own

Don’t care at all

Leave me alone