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casket full of coke



Sitting back in a chair.

Life passes by me and I don't care.

Cause all i need is my coke and i'll be fine

My life's so boring.

I start to pout, for myself I feel sorry.

So I lay back and snort a line

sit down here.. write my rhyme

all the jibberish spills.. outta my mind



Wheres the coke?

on the fucking Table.

wheres the table?

on the fucking ceiling.

what the fuck is it doing up there?

who fuckin knows? who fucking cares?

And the tabletop is spinning

Why's it spinning? I don't know.

But I'm doing cartwheels around my mind,

It'll all make sense again tomorrow.



now that we're all fucking high

time to sit back and fucking die

And all I need is my coke and I'll be fine.

And I do it again.

let the soothing white powder eat my brain

I just lay back and snort a line.

Sit down here.. take my time..

Let the words flow.. Out of my mind..