I learned to play your song</br>
with little violins</br>
you got some problems man</br>
on top of many things</br>
</br>
your just not very happy</br>
your running low on funds</br>
that weed was laced with</br>
butt crack, aids and fucking special sauce</br>
</br>
thirty one years old</br>
and never had a job</br>
one day of work might kill you</br>
or worse, it would make you sob</br>
</br>
you need to get more meds</br>
and speak to a few more shrinks</br>
chemically alter your mind</br>
sobriety fucking stinks</br>
</br>
pay me to piss in your cup</br>
deep down i think your shit</br>
but what i didnt tell you,</br>
is i also took a ton of hits</br>
</br>
ELECTRON GUNS, POINTED RIGHT AT THE SPOT</br>
TO DISTRACT ANYONE WHO STOOD TO QUESTION THEIR LOGIC</br>
I THOUGHT I COULD SENSE, WHEN I DISCHARGED THEIR MINDS</br>
WITH THEIR BACKS STAPLED TO THE WALLS</br>
AND AT THEIR OWN EXPENSE</br>