I was down and I was bored
Then this guy gave me some speed
And it kept me up all night
It was powerful stuff, indeed
In the morning came the sun
As it rose we smoked some weed
Then we sniffed up some more lines
Got as high as one could be

Up all night on crystal methedrine
Crystal methedrine, man it was a scene
All wired up on methamphetamine
Crystal methedrine, it was like a dream

Turned my girlfriend out to whore
“Don’t come back without the bread to score”
I backhand her, anyway

[during brief instrumental break sounds of slapping to brass notes, followed by “Bitch”]

Get real mean on methamphetamine
Get real mean, indeed, “Bitch, bring me some speed”
Act obscene on methamphetamine
Acting out of need, “Get me some damn speed”

{“Dime bag”, I said to the dope man; “Dime bag”, I pled}
{“Need bread ahead; no fronts”, he said}
{“Chop that crank up – use the table”}
{“A line? Sure”}
{“Sniff it, sniff it”}

Now our lives are full of sleaze
Drug addiction’s sure a bad disease
Wonder how it came to be
that I’m strung out on methedrine

I’m strung out on that crystal methedrine
I am in such need, “Get me some”, I plead
Sores and lesions cause me now to bleed
Habit; I must feed – skinny as a reed
Listen to me, these words you should heed
Don’tcha mess with speed; try to stay drug-free
[out to fade]
Stay away from methamphetamine
Hope that you will see
that ain’t what you need…