ROBOT

Mad-maxed out
In the methadone thunder-dome
No one leaves alone
Brain gone insane
Zeroed out eyes rolled back
Watching the monkey climb the back
Flying like a drone in a no fly zone
Secret cell killing mission
Deep behind the enemy lines
Of my mind

Lifetime high-high-score
Higher than ever

I know a guy that will deliver
But it costs a little bit more

Buzzing like Aldrin when I’m full of Vicodin
To the moon and beyond, Alice!

Bouncing around like the bouncing ball
Bouncing along to the subtitled soundtrack
Of the pharma John lifestyles
Of the passed out and chin drooling
Handful of medical Skittles
Everything is so beautiful
When I’m digesting the different colors
Love all them lovely little pills
With all their little lovely thrills

Just like when I was a kid
Doing the robot on the ‘Tussin
Tripping but not coughing
No silver face with this high
No paper bag giveaway
For underage pay to play
Just go down to alpha-beta
Syrup all up down the shelf

Stumble bum purple visions
Drifting and swaying
Making my way
To the San Gabriele Riverbed grand escape
Reality left behind with my sneakers

Mad-maxed out
In the methadone thunder-dome
No one leaves alone
Brain gone insane
Zeroed out eyes rolled back
Watching the monkey climb the back…

©workingclassproduction, 2014

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