This citys an eight ball
been stomped and stamped and pressed
weighted down by an anchor
Of AIDS needles infest
Every young hippie scum
Junkie degenerate hex
Just another magic eight ball
No magic in me left
If the spirit is in me..
And isn't held by flesh
Then what am I slave to?
Erase me and forget
Find me wasted away
Wasted vacant middle class
Find me wasted adjacent
Of some lost internment camp
I'm so fucking outrageous,
At parties lots of fun
Starts out with a chaser
And ends with loaded guns
Going out with a big bang
Like the one that killed the sun (son)
Find me wasted away
Inside a cubicle for one
With my pineal gland
In my hand, my hand is numb
And my legs are cramped
And I can't dance to the drum
And everyone's in a trance
And nobodies waking up
Breaking out of this prison
Public enemy number one
Weighted down by an anchor
Of sins that we all love
Going out with a rager
Working magic with the cuffs
I'll take us all with me
Just to show how little fucks
But for now I'll get wasted
Like a dumb hippie scum