I don't like staying at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in a backstreet from a dream
Where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody's on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton, whispering in my ear
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don't get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don't get me high anymore
Running through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My handshake, cellophane, landscape, mannequin
Fakin' it the best that I can
It's a Cadillac, Cadillac, red
No hands on the steering wheel
I'm crashing this save-a-ho puppet show
UFO, obliterate the way that I feel
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don't get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don't get me high anymore
You don't get me high anymore
You don't get me high anymore
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don't get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don't get me high anymore
High anymore
High anymore
High anymore
High anymore
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