Dabble baby, I'm your supply, You'll never know a guy who will get you Quite this high.
Smoke Me, Drink me, Snort me too.
Slip me onto your tongue, Under the sun, You'll trip, it's true.
The longer you use me The more you'll see No one's abused the supply Quite like me
I'm dead and cold and dark and blue I've sold my soul for a fix you know it's true
So now nothing makes me happier Then poisoning your mind, Don't stay in my life too long baby I'm just a fix, you'll find For all the broken things inside you You know you'll never fix I'm just the duck tape To stop you loosing your mind