a pill for the popper a drink for the drunk a bowl for the toker needle full of junk my mind is fried and my friends are too mother's clueless the teachers are too I'm workin' a job where the pay ain't great but least it's something I don't really hate the weekend's grown to four full days that helps me through the workday haze they say I'm trouble but I just don't see what makes them think that they know me I got to work I make it to school not a drop-out I ain't no fool me and my friends got it together life is a breeze we're floatin' on like a feather they sprout propaganda tellin' me, "just say no" well I say, "fuck 'em all" I'm keepin' my snow if it lands my in jail so be it say I there aren't enough steps to break these binds that tie I'm on a cloud right here on earth so fuck the one who gave me birth this is my life and I get to live it so what if I die I don't give a shit mother and father were too busy for me the very same way through my whole family tree I won't be there for mine like they weren't for theirs we're all addicted to the substance that tares it's not in a bottle or smoked in a pipe it's the stuff of the heart that spoils if picked before ripe