The thought of solid food
Makes your stomach cramp and you
Are sure your body will reject
Ev'rything but liquid goods
The sunlite hurts your eyes
So you crawl back into bed
You tell yourself – this time was the last
But then the sun goes down
Low instincts start to rise
You feel the urge again
And you know tonite's the nite
The taste inside your mouth
Feels like you did all nite
Suck on a rat ass but you can't remember
All the details so you lite
Yourself another smoke
And you fumble for the pills
You need so bad, supposed to kill your ills