We're sick of being tired ~~ we all want to get wired
We just want to tweak, and stay up for a week!
The lights are always on, we are constantly awake.
We go to people's houses to see what we can take.
We scrub our carpets with a brush, our floors with a rag.
We clean our house for hours, then chase down the bag.
We're paranoid and schitze, but not afraid of Death.
Scandalous and Dishonest, but loyal to our Drug.
At times we are confused, we can't seem to understand
What's happened to our lives, why we're outcasts of the land.
At times we act so crazy, people think we are insane
Irrational thoughts are always running through our brain.
What a high it is, for those of us who deal,
Slinging all the cutter, so we can do the real.
We come up fast ~ we make money by the scores
Everyone's our friend ~ we're surrounded by bag whores.
We blame it on society, cause we're loyal to our Drug.
