My head is up my arse
All I think about is shit
I\'m about as bright as a two watt bulb or a candle that hasn\'t been lit
At night I sit and ponder
To myself I laugh and smile
I haven\'t had a sane thought for quite a fucking while
I need someone to talk to, to get me back on track
I\'ve tried talking to myself but I\'m not much fucking crack
In life I took the scenic route, now all\'s not quite the same
Those concoctions I have taken must have tattooed my brain
I wish I could do magic, just like David Blane
All those little brain cells
I would bring them back again