I read the newspapers and glossy magazines
Watch cable news on the television screens
And amidst the thirty-second commercial clips
And amongst the models with their pretty lips
I find mankind’s drug of choice.
It’s not the crazy horse and it’s not blow
Meth gets too high and weed is too low.
Nothing can compete with our favorite flavor
This little fix has found universal favor;
We’ve spoken with a united voice.
Oh it’s everything and nothing all at once
And just one hit from you is all it wants
And then you’re into its seductive grasp
Under you go with naught but a gasp;
Far too soon you’ll be drowned.
And like a lover’s kiss at the goodbye door
We’re always left wanting more and more
Of this, our first choice and our last resort,
For we made a dreadful mistake in the royal court;
It seems to be a joker we’ve crowned.
Oh yes, this drug it has opened our eyes…
We’re addicted to comfort; can you see its lies?
