the hook

smoke em if you got em

then buy another round

use what you score

then use some more

to get up to get down

there is no happy ending

so simply close the book

twelve steps forward and eleven back

that’s why it’s called the hook

this addiction will kill me

gives me itching under my skin

only weed or pills can fulfill

i fall down after downing bottle after bottle

drink until i feel the click

then drink until i’m sick

i can drink you under the table

smoke you under the rug

take me over the rainbow

this is my colorful brain on drugs

dragged me through the mud

muddied up my vision

muddled up my cadence there

made sing requiems for dreams

turned into daymares

lighter in my pocket

bottle opener on my keyring

just let me come down

and then i’ll find what i’m seeking

but pleez oh pleez oh pleez

just give me just one more hit

just one more bowl, one more beer, one more bag of chips

pumping hits like "purple pills"

and "only when i’m drunk"

i’m fiending for gleemonex

the drug that you can dunk

i’m free throwing my life away

lungs and liver working overtime

i’m half baked still smokin through my pipe dreams

stepping over the line

i’m stepping over the line that dirk diggler just sniffed

feeling like three guys plumbing as i’m feeling for the drip

wake up in a cold sweat

have to change the sheets

i’m trainspotting riding on white horses looking heroin chic

while green fairies grin

i bask in a shot of absinthe

i’m blasted

i’m wasted

i’m lifted

i’m gone

the craziest trip i’ve ever been on

so onward nicotine soldiers

marching cuz of caffeine

so i fiend and i find

i can’t fill the void quick enough

and even though i get sick and stuff

i’m still too tough

to admit my weakness.

so i speak this

for the baseheads in the basement

and the addicts in the attic

and automatically i panic if my happy hour’s not booked up

maybe i can find an answer in this spoon that i just cooked up

if you look up through the clouds of smoke i puffed out through my bong hit

you’ll see my shaky hands that i had planned to write some songs with

this is the strong shit

no substitutes

straight up no chaser

useta be free to rock the bass, now i’m a rock freebaser

see ya later

is what i say to ya as i sips my rum and cola

singing drinking songs and making toasts to my real soul controller

and this killer leaves me ghostfaced as i stumble towards a better path

and as i lay me down too soon

these words may be my epitaph...

so

smoke em if you got em

then buy another round

use what you score

then use some more

to get up to get down

there is no happy ending

so simply close the book

twelve steps forward and eleven back

that’s why it’s called the hook.