Empty Head
My life is a mess,
I’m addicted to drugs.
I can never think straight,
my head’s full of bugs.
It’s a bad infestation,
no exterminator can clean.
I used to be a good guy,
but now I’ve turned mean.
I wish I could go back,
and start all over again
to get rid of this monkey,
who’s become my best friend.
I thought I was clever,
a really smart guy.
But now I can’t help feeling,
that I’m getting ready to die.
I’ve got my needle,
and also my spoon.
Now I’m on my way,
for a trip to the Moon.
I’m in the land of Nod,
what a wonderful place.
It’s just like being,
launched into space.
My life’s at the end,
there’s no turning back.
How in the hell,
did I get so far off track?
I can feel the Grim Reaper,
his hand’s on my head.
He’s shown me the way,
to the land of the dead.
I’m addicted to drugs.
I can never think straight,
my head’s full of bugs.
It’s a bad infestation,
no exterminator can clean.
I used to be a good guy,
but now I’ve turned mean.
I wish I could go back,
and start all over again
to get rid of this monkey,
who’s become my best friend.
I thought I was clever,
a really smart guy.
But now I can’t help feeling,
that I’m getting ready to die.
I’ve got my needle,
and also my spoon.
Now I’m on my way,
for a trip to the Moon.
I’m in the land of Nod,
what a wonderful place.
It’s just like being,
launched into space.
My life’s at the end,
there’s no turning back.
How in the hell,
did I get so far off track?
I can feel the Grim Reaper,
his hand’s on my head.
He’s shown me the way,
to the land of the dead.
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