I’m the guy, feelin’ low, but always high
Prescribed addiction over pain
I’m on the streets, ’cause father cut me off the treats
Spinnin’ circles ’round the drain
’Round the drain!
Muu
Primus – Those Damned Blue Collar Tweekers
I knew a man who hung drywall, he hung it mighty quick
A trip or two to the blue room would help him do the trick
His foreman would pat him on the back whenever he would come around
’Cause these damned blue-collar tweekers
They’re beloved in this town
Primus – Jilly’s On Smack
Jilly’s on smack, and she won’t be comin’ back
No she won’t be comin’ back, for the holidays
Jilly’s on smack, and she won’t be comin’ back
No she won’t be comin’ back, for the holidays
Jilly left home
Went to pick her own bone
She made her own
In the marketplace
Now Jilly’s on smack, and she won’t be comin’ back
No she won’t be comin’ back
For these holidays
Bebe Rexha & Snoop Dogg – Satellite
Far beyond reason
Tis the season for pleasin
What happens here stays here
Am I loud and clear
Or is the smoke fuckin wit your ear
Rolling on the sofa
Smoke another bowl
Till I black out
Floating on the ceiling
Sink into the feeling
I’m spinning now
Flying over Venus
All the space between us
Just melts away
The sweetest dreams awaiting
Chasing my temptations
In the Milky Way
Last night I got higher than a satellite
I took a one way ticket
It’s a one man mission to paradise
Last night I got higher than a satellite
I made a bad decision
Baby now I’m starting to feel alright
Get left or get right
Seat belt on
Prepare to take flight
I’m the captain here my dear
No veers just steer through the atmosphere
D-P-G-C we be Snoopy Bebe
Blow smoke with a woosh of lighting
It’s private no more commercial flight
I’m cool with the Neptunes and more
Stratosphere
Outta here
What a night
what a year
what a life
Sat her down
Sat her right
Satellite
You can get it if the ticket is right
Long day afternoon
We can kick it tonight
Yeah, you know I love this shit
But I gotta get back to the mothership
Last night I got higher than a satellite
I took a one way ticket
It’s a one man mission to paradise
Last night I got higher than a satellite
I made a bad decision
Baby now I’m starting to feel alright
Dancing outside my body
Don’t even try to stop me
Dancing outside my body
Ground control do you copy
Dancing outside my body (say what)
Don’t even try to stop me
Dancing outside my body
Dancing outside my body
Don’t even try to stop me
Dancing outside my body
Ground control do you copy
Dancing outside my body
Don’t even try to stop me
Dancing outside my body
Last night I got higher than a satellite
I took a one way ticket
It’s a one man mission to paradise (we can do it again, we can do it again)
Last night I got higher than a satellite (what you thought you was gonna get fucking wit me)
Körttinä – Väkivalta ja päihdeongelma
Cover-versio Pelle Miljoona & N.U.S.:sin kappaleesta.
Badflower – x ANA x
I can’t feel my toes or my fingertips
My chest is pounding so fast I can’t keep up with it
I’m losing it, fuck, I just wanna quit
And I’m clenching my face and and I’m touching my dick
I need a fix Ana fix and I’m sick of this
Showing people my tricks and my tics
Ana judging me
Judging my fucking sex ANA x ANA x
And I’m faking just to stay in my body
I’m nervous, I can’t fucking stand it
Well if that’s what they’re giving me
The pills are my necessity now
You won’t fix my attitude
’Cause Ana does it better than you
(Ana does it better)
Ana you save my soul
Can you let me have my heart, fall in it
Yea-hah
(I need you)
Ok I’m sick
Not the kind of sick that lands you in the doctor
Not the kind that makes you weak and then heals you stronger
It’s a kind of sick that turns your legs into spaghetti
A kind of sick that makes your blood burn and your bones heavy
The kind of sick that makes an atheist pray for Jesus
The kind of sickness that turns your power into weakness
And I’m sick of being sick for this whole fucking place to witness
And I’m living a sick life that most people call privilege
And they’re kinda right but I’m still sicker than I can cope with
Ana you save my soul
Can you let me have my heart, fall in it
I suffer for a living
There has to be a limit
You know I love you so
But that’s what I’ve been given
Ana (want you save my soul)
Ana (want you to make me slow down)
Ana (want you save my soul)
Ana (want you to make me slow down)
It’s showtime
I have a lump in my throat
I forgot how to breathe
Only know how to choke
And all these people are waiting
To see the kid with the rage
But I’m afraid he might collapse before he gets to the stage
I need x ANA x
Help me bury my thoughts
And all the pressure I’ve suffered
To be someone that I’m not
I’m shaking a lot
(Hey don’t fuck up tonight, it’s your only shot)
Ready or ready or ready or ready or not
It’s a party
You know I love you so
Ana you saved my soul
Ana (let’s pump it up, let’s go)
Ana (don’t make me lose control)
You know I love you so
Ana you save my soul
Ana (let’s pump it up, let’s go)
Ana (don’t make me lose control)
Okay the song is over now
But I’m not ready to go
(Ana) So this is the shit that happens
When I stay awake for days at home (Ana)
Hey! Wanna see what happens when I mix Xanax
Blow and a MacBook pro (what the-)
Don’t make me lose control
Ana (white pills coming up, let’s go)
Ana (too late to save my soul)
Ana (chew it up, chew it up, let’s go), oh woah
Ana (coming up, coming up, let’s go)
Ana you save my soul (my soul)
Suffer for a living, has to be a limit
You know I love you so (you so)
My anxiety traps me like a prison
That’s what they’re giving me
The drugs are a necessity
(I can’t live without you)
You won’t fix my attitude
Ana does it better
Ana you make me slow down
Joey’s gonna hate this
Ana does it better
Ana does it better
Ana does it better
Don’t make me lose control
Ana
Nick Cave – Opium Tea
Until the call to prayer awakes me
And there is nothing to do but rise
And follow the day wherever it takes me
I stand at the window and look at the sea
Then I make me a pot of opium tea
Watching boats come in can do something to you
And the kids gather round with outstretched hand
And I toss them a diram or two
And I wonder if my children are thinking of me
For I am what I am and what will be will be
And I smile and I sip my opium tea
And the shapes of hooded men move past me
And the mad moaning wind, it laughs and it laughs
At the strange lot that fate has cast me
And the cats on the rampart sing merrily
That I am what I am and what will be will be
The cats on the rampart sing merrily
And I sit and I drink my opium tea
There is nothing here to win or to lose
There are no choices needing to be made at all
Not even the choice of having to choose
I am a prisoner, yes, but I am also free
’Cause I am what I am and what will be will be
I’m a prisoner here, yes, but I’m also free
And I smile and I sip my opium tea”