The shit we believe in's called shit for a reason,
and if our cracked-back minds weren't decaying and black,
be damn sure this shit is some shit we'd be leaving.
Both awesome and awful, this crystal is shit.
Sexy and strong, smoked best from a bong,
but as hard as I try I just can't seem to quit it.
So I sit and I smoke shit, sometimes while I shit.
I get lit as I sit and take hit after hit.
And after a minute, but before I'm done with it,
I realize that my life's just a dream, and I'm in it.
But wait! I can't wake!
My body's beginning to tremble and shake!
Once again, friend, I've gone off and made a mistake!
This shit's, once again, taken over my world;
I've given up living, my goals and my girl.
Lonely, and lacking in love--what have I become?
Just a bum who needs shit.
I give up, I've succumbed.
I'm needy, and fiending
for life to have meaning.
I once stood so tall, now I can't keep from leaning.
I need help. I need strength;
I've lost mine, become numb.
From a kid full of promise
to this bum who's got none.
SHIT IS JUST SHIT, NOTHING MORE THAN JUST SHIT!
IT'S JUST SHIT AND THAT'S IT!
(So why can't I quit it?)
Tokin' and chokin'
I'm once again smokin'.
But I've got to quit with this shit 'fore I'm broken.
and trying to deal with this pain.
I lie to convince myself
Not sure how much more of this shit I can take--
my body is bruised and beginning to break.
I've done lost my family, and friends from the past,
but I know if I quit shit, my new friends won't last.
My drug buddies,
they're just down to smoke dope.
But I know
if I don't
or I can't
or I won't
keep away from those dope fiends and the shit that they smoke
someday soon, I'll be ruined, so unable to cope.
I've just gotta get out now--
I still hope there's hope.