(Instrumental intro)

Bought a spoonful of cocaine last night
Oh, yeah, oh, man
Man, I copped me some really righteous grass
kick your ass, man
Morphine & Percosettes - will ease your distress
no pain's the plan
Missed a vein last night and it sure made a mess
wasted a gram
Pimp your Sister, slice your wrist
When things get bad
Will not make heaven and you won't be missed
Devil's your man

I hear you say, "Dude, could you share some?
Cut me off a quarter-an-ounce"
Hey man, now you're making me nervous; I'm shaking
guess I shot too much
Roll up your sleeve, there's half-a-gram in the spoon
all just for you
Tie me off, please, I'm needing relief
my hands are just not too cool

Nose is so blocked off, it is stuffed up good.
I just can't snort
Pukin' in the sink, man, this junk is good.
That's my report
Ripped-off a cooker who was baking up meth
Scrambled-up head
Dude smelled like ketone and he had bad breath
He looked half-dead

Nose candy; it will destroy your sinus
You will lose all your sense of smell
And then you might develop some ulcers, maybe
'cause you're not eating well
Gums may recede, and all your teeth you may lose
gumming your food
And you may see the police everywhere
you're paranoid, fool

(Instrumental Break)
{during instrumental break - In the background there is a knocking sound on door - in two separate sequences with "Open up" voice in background following each one}
~ [Main character looks out the door after the 2nd knocking sequence - no one around - speaks] ~
("Wha...? There's no one there...?")

Here's some really good sh*t, man
just roll up your sleeve, yeah,
fantastic rush
Right after the hit you'll be vomiting
toilet, do flush
It'll f*ck you up, man; right off the meter
your brain; now mush
It'll get you off, man; it's the real thing [you won't care]
it's real good dust

Say, man, why are you talking to no one?
It appears your brain's out to lunch
That gram you slammed is making you goofy; you're raving
must have been too much
Slave to your need, you whole life floats in that spoon
over real soon
Lifeblood, it bleeds – and now you're down on your knees
your life is in ruins

(Instrumental break)
{this time with one repeat of the "knocking', but no "other" voice after it}
~ [Main character speaks] ~
("There's still no one there...?...")

Habit to feed, and feeding time is real soon
it will be soon
Maybe some speed; stuff will jack you up, ooh
you're so whacked out, dude
Drop LSD, and you'll fly over the moon
you'll be cuckoo
It's plain to see that this is no way to be
Well, that much seems true
Shot up your dreams, there's nothing but ashes left
it may be your doom
It seems to me that all your chances you blew
I'd say you're a fool...