This one's very aggressive...
Could be regarded as a redneck song...
My hatred for the teacher of the class I wrote this in shows through in it...
No, I'm not a stoner...
Or a drunk...
But this guy sure as hell is...
Enjoy!
Slave to Narcotics
Therapeutic pills running through my veins,another kind o' pill screwing with my brain,
pass it, hell no, I'm takin' it all,
I throw a riot every time it is last call.
Happy hour is my favorite time of day,
you'll know I'm trouble when you see me walk with a sway...
(Chorus) I'm a,
Slave to Narcotics,
and I'm proud of it,
I'm at the bottom of
my self-dug moral pit.
I'm a,
Slave to Narcotics,
and I'm proud of it,
don't try to change my ways,
'cuz I don't give a shit.
I don't know much about your problems,
nor do I care,
I'm the guy you see fixed,
with that creepy old stare.
Don't try to confront me,
'cuz I'm f'ing insane,
when you're playing it straight,
I'm playing a whole other game.
(Chorus)I'm a,
slave to narcotics,
and it's a great old life,
I'm a braggart and a fiend,
and I'm killer with a knife.
I'm a,
slave to narcotics,
every hit gets me closer,
and farther away,
from taking the drugs I'm supposed-ta.
Poetry by Lucas
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Written on 2006-05-14 at 05:06
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