Fame and power
And crystal meth
Weeds where there should be grass
All that candy in the medicine chest
The coke high never lasts
Shots and cigs and acid tabs
Ego and ecstasy
Fast food meals in the paper bags
Why are we still hungry
Everything is ***
We're all just a little junkie
Getting high on our own supply
And fighting off that monkey
Pills and pot
And powdered noses
Fortune buys us dying roses
The gardens full of dealers
And the cops already know it
Naked bodies
And freezing touch
We all look at porn way too much
Happy hour doesn't feel so happy
Anymore
Everything is ***
We're all just a little junkie
Getting high on our own supply
And fighting off that monkey
