Living in a tweaker pad.
Always having to wake up mad.
pathway tracks in the ash stained carpet
and through the hole in the wall a person could fit
The trashed kitchen all crawling with bugs
and the living room for all the thugs.
Always dealing with the shit in the sink
and nothing in the ice box to drink.
The beer bottles all over the fucking place
and someone passed out with vomit on their face.
Man, what the fuck have I settled for this time?
At one time I was bordering on the sublime.
I didn't have to clean out the fucking hallway to walk
and there wasn't an outline of someone in chalk.
I didn't have crazy shit like this to deal
but I guess I'm the only one to be real.
Well fuck this shit, I'm splitting this scene
since these bastards can't at least clean...

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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