Drop that cash on a dime
You promise to make this your last time
Although no one needs that much coke
You can’t resist that pungent smoke
You quickly gather your well-worn things
Already knowing what oblivion means
This is something you’ve done before
Although you’d promised you’d do no more
You grip the pipe between your teeth
And imagine your funeral wreath
This time you will be done
Or next time it’ll be the gun
At least that way is so much quicker
Or maybe pills washed down with liquor
The pain is immense, you can’t take much more
You’re tired of being shown the door
All you love and cherish no longer trust
How did your life become such a bust?
When you were very, very small
You had dreamed you’d be so tall
But now with all that’s happened to you
You’ll bid the world a fond adieu