When do I
Sepreate my self from
The coke sniffing, weed puffing drunks of America
Before I go to jail or
After they lay me down to sleep,

Before I'm tasting my salt
rockin back and forth in the corner
of a drug dealers apartment or
After I'm cutting my arm
because I'm looking for a drink,

Before my body is shipped aross the seas
For some 40 year old man who can't get a gurl or
After I lose all will power and start to
live death,

What about before the
Magets are eating me
And after I
Tell the guy on the corner no I'm good.