...Suzy was a
bad child
Always on the wrong
side
Ah, she was no good
She was bad, bad,
bad
with the bad cats
Always punching the
needle in her arm...

A good night,
the best in a long
time
A new friend turned
me on to an old
favorite
Nothing better than
a dealer who's high
Be high, convince
them to buy

Chorus

What's my drug of
choice?
Well, what have you
got?
I don't go broke
And I do it a lot


Seems so sick
to the hypocrite
norm
Running their
boring drills
But we are an
elite race of our
own
The stoners,
junkies,
and freaks

Are you happy? I am,
man.
Content and fully
aware
Money, status,
nothing to me
'Cause your life
is empty and bare

Chorus

You can't
understand a user's
mind
But try, with your
books and degrees
If you let yourself
go and opened your
mind
I'll bet you'd be
doing like me
And it ain't so bad

Chorus

Say, I do it a lot!
.....I do it a lot!
.....I do it a lot!
Say, I do it a lot!

...I give this
part of me
for
you...

I have never felt such
frustration
Or lack of self
control
I want you to
kill
me
And dig me
under,
I wanna live
no more