Black Man Comin' Down the Avenue Arm Shot Full of Holes, Don't Know What to Do Goes to the Doctor, Says Doctor Please Just Give Me Something to Make the Pains Cease
Said I Can't Do Nothing About It I'm So Sick Without It I Don't Want to Talk About It I Can't Learn to Live Without It
Down to Recovery Where the Psychos Are Kept Ain't no Prisoners But They Watch Evey Step Down to the Wires Hooked Up to Your Head They Push That Button and You Wish You Were Dead
Looks Through the Cobwebs All in His Mind Too Many Times He's Gone Under the Knife It's Like a Cancer That's Trying to Kill The More You Feed It the Worse That You Feel
Cuts So Cruel That Fatal Design Once You're Connected You Haven't Much Time Crystal and Cobalt and Feeling no Pain Then Comes the Darkness to Feed On Your Brain
Said I Can't Do Nothing About It I'm So Sick Without It I Don't Want to Talk About It I Can't Learn to Live Without It I Can't Cope Or Strike Out At It I Can't Get Through the Night Without It I Can't Fight the Finding Out About It I Just Wanna Die Without It
