Lyrics - Naked Brunch

VERSE 1 :

My money’s getting tighter and tighter
While my health’s slowly withers away!
My vision’s hazy, it’s drivin’ me crazy,
I can’t keep myself awake!

I hit the street to make a meet with the dealer,
Who understands the algebra of need.
I feel so cold, the drug’s takin’ a toll
-on my health, I need to close the deal!

MID VERSE 1 :

For this achin’ I can’t take any longer.
I gotta make the needle kiss another vein!
And whoosh! goes the plunger to quell
this symphony of pain... of pain!

CHORUS :

You see I’m feelin’ sick and feeble
– disease o’ my own device.
Squeezed through a tip of a needle
- just to try, gotta try to help me feel higher!

Oh I know this disease is evil,
soul’s controlled by it’s vice.
Can’t let go my hold of the needle,
but I’ll try, gotta try to help me from the mire!

Gotta try to help me from the mire!

VERSE 2 :

Needle punches getting harder and harder
to cover up in case they give me away.
The mark inside is one I can’t hide
and it grows with every dose I take.

The pain is growing stronger and stronger
while my life is slowly sweating away.
Merchandise of a fools paradise
is my hell, I’ll never escape!

MID VERSE 2 :

I got no one to call upon any longer.
Friends and family left me to my fate.
And the pain’s getting stronger,
no longer my body will take... will take!

CHORUS :

You see I’m feelin’ sick and feeble
– disease o’ my own device.
Squeezed through a tip of a needle
- just to try, gotta try to help me feel higher!

Oh I know this disease is evil,
soul’s controlled by it’s vice.
Can’t let go my hold of the needle,
but I’ll try, gotta try to help me from the mire!

Gotta try to help me from the mire!