ACT I:

Oh no, it’s happening again
This horror’s got me by my neck; I won’t let it in
These monsters used to be my friends
I’ve got one bullet left, yeah, one for mine or theirs

This is a metaphor for drugs
I love my friends like they were blood
They’ve always been there, whenever I need them
This is a metaphor for drugs

Oh no, they’re crawling up my skin
They think that I need them, but not like this again
I’ll write about our times back when,
We’d spend our weeks in streets in search of bathtub gin

This is a metaphor for drugs
I love my friends like they were blood
They've always been there, whenever I need them
This is a metaphor for drugs

ACT II:

Oh no, it’s happening again
This horror’s got me by my neck; I won’t let it in
These monsters used to be my friends
I’ve got one bullet left, yeah, one for mine or theirs

This is a metaphor for drugs
I love my friends like they were blood
They’ve always been there, whenever I need them
This is a metaphor for drugs

Oh no, they’re crawling up my skin
They think that I need them, but not like this again
I’ll write about our times back when,
We’d spend our weeks in streets in search of bathtub gin

This is a metaphor for drugs
I love my friends like they were blood
They've always been there, whenever I need them
This is a metaphor for drugs

ACT III:

Cut a line?
Have a drink?
Try to make some sense of this
I’ve always been your crutch;
Your personal Sisyphus

Take a breath
Take it easy
Let me shoot this in your veins
I’ll set the rest and best of pesticides to save for better days

ACT IV:

Oh fuck, I’ve pissed away my life
I’ve passed out in the gutter every god damned night
These people pass and wonder why
Flicking their cigarettes and spitting in my eye

These days it's hard to just get by
Did every god damned thing and spiked my drinks with sprite
I guess I’m too fucked up to try
I guess it’s best to live, before you fucking die

ACT V:

This is a metaphor for drugs
This is a metaphor for drugs