pop these pills go to class maybe today i wont fall as everytime passed on my ass too little time to do it all all the little things busting my balls i could tell you but you wouldn' believe all the crazy life i have seen at the age of score and three i am lucky lucky the fire inside hasnt consumed me on the outside I've always felt never part of the show more or less an observer to humanity life looked different from a xanax haze ridiing this train high on cocaine all in my mind STONE COLD SOBER HAVEN'T SLEPT FOR DAYS Crazy toys in the attic crazy bars in the windows... life feels o' so different from behind bars When will they let me out? Got to get out Need a cigarette some tell me its not di9sorder. its lack of FAITH faitth in invisible dieties to make my troubles melt away under a happy sunshiny cloud lets all gather round the campfire and sing kumbaya! instead drugs with funny names in cute little bottles take two of these and call me in six weeks in the end it all sums up its life thats how it goes its the same for you and me regardless of our brain chemistry
