i put the poison stick to my lips,
feeling the wind as it whips,
i took a breath,
every inhale a  brush with death,
i know its bad,
i've read the books,
i can't help it,
now i'm hooked.

i took a sip of the devil's nectar,
it's sweet,
it's sour,
fogs my blood for hours,
i know it's bad,
my momma's told me,
i can't help it,
it makes me feel free.

everybody says, "that stuff is bad",
then how come when i have it,
i don't feel sad.