My friend calls this "My Devo Song!" I've never been this bad off on drugs, but I've partied with the best of both in NYC and LA. I can understand how people get this way for their high.
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Story: I was 19 when I wrote this in the Marine Corps and stuck on a float in the middle of the ocean. I hadn't seen land in a while and was just writing a lot of songs.
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LYRICS:
If you don't help me, I think that I might die. Trapped right here between the earth and the sky. It hurts so bad, but I can't even cry. I can't stop shaking no matter how hard I try.
I feel me skin itch, it burns like fire. Scratching until I bleed, I'm a thief and a liar. -I said.
I'm a thief and a liar.
I'm lying - in my own shit and puking all over myself. Strapped down in this rehab bed I think of nothing else. Another hit as the IV flows through me head. Crapped again in bed I'm wishing I was dead. Chained and handcuffed because they don't think that I'm safe. To be by myself nor on a wave at a rave. I wish they'd make up their minds. Because they're wasting all my time. They treat me like all I do is cheat and tell lies, but you can't trust these people, they are communist spies. -I said.
They are communist spies.
How could they keep me here against my will. With the TV bolted to the wall as if it could spill. All over my mind and make me want to kill. They think I'm crazy but I'm asking who's paying this bill. Becuase I'm more broke than the system at wall street. No money for food or shoes on my feet. Stock in cold concrete. -I said.
I'm a thief and liar.
And I'm stuck in my own shit with puke all down in my throat. Tripping like daisies in the middle of the ocean on a boat. I'm I crazy or my eyes playing a neat trick? Is the the nurse getting down, deep-throating my - - - - c*ck.
I'm a thief and a liar.
I'm a freak and I fried!!!
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