No time for drug addiction, no time for smoke or booze. Too strong for a shortened life span, I've got no time to lose.
No, no, no, I don't snort no more, I'm tired of waking up on the floor. No thank you please, it only makes me sneeze, then it makes it hard to find the door.
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics to set you on your feet again.
It was too much Tequila, or not quite enough.
I was hungry and went out for a bite, ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinking all night.
I was feeling single, seeing double, wound up in a whole lotta trouble.
I'm a juvenile product of the working class, who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.
I want a new drug, one that won't make me sick. One that won't make me crash my car, or make my head three feet thick.
I wanna get drunk 'til I'm off my mind. One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer.
I stepped outside to smoke a J and when I came back to the room, everybody just seemed to move.
I'm too high, but I ain't left the ground.
Imagine blocks and blocks of no cocaine, blocks with no gun play.
It takes a whole lot of medicine for me to pretend I am somebody else.
Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo. But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie, how it got here I haven't a clue.
One was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin, and like a fool I mixed them.
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue.
I get stoned, I can't get home, I'm calling long distance on a public saxophone. My head is achin', my back is breakin', feel I got run over by Captain Coconut and his dog named Rover.
I love coffee in a cup, little fuzzy pups, bourbon in a glass, and grass.
I sat at a bar having a beer trying to hold down the stool.
I'm drinking here break motor oil and Bombay gin, I'll sleep when I'm dead.
I get bombed for breakfast in the morning, I get bombed for dinner.
Snorting cocaine is like feeding pork to the brain.
Smoking wildwood flower got to be a habit, we didn't see no harm. We thought it was kind of handy, to take a trip and never leave the farm.
Please pass me the peace weed, and take some heed. Throw away all that mixed up speed.
Smoke that herb and clear your mind.
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