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