Well lemme, lemme tell you, a lunatic escaped from the asylum 
I used to dig a hole for the body box, then I'd hide em' 
In my backyard, another torture in the cellar 
A dwella 
A rather fucked up young fella 
Got bats in my belfry 
But nobody helps me 
An eye on my enemy 
'Cause everybody wants to kill me 
I find myself in a bottle of liquor 
But is it quicker 
For me to stick her 
Or maybe I should stick you! 
What do I do? 
My mind is gone with the wind 
My mortal sin 
Is hidden with a friendly grin 
I don't know, what do ya think? 
I can't see straight 
Ad I've had too much to drink 
Blink my eyes and try to find my soul 
I'm on a roll 
More like outta control 
Where's my soul? 
It must be on a higher plane 
I'm insane 
With all this butane 
In my veins 
Swing my head and search for a better half 
Everything's funny so I guess I start to laugh 
Substance abuse is takin' on a new blend 
And I owe it all to my liquid friend 

They callin' me a lowlife, drug addict, alcoholic son of a bitch 
I'm breakin' my ass, I'm breakin' my ass, makin' them dollars, tryin' to get 
rich 
I spend my loot on drug abuse and then enhance my state of mind 
My soul is in the sky 
I fly 
My altitude is very high 
I fall and crash in the graveyard with the dead 
A pale moon hangs in the sky, blood red 
Mislead by the demons that I see 
I got this paranoid delusion that everybody wants to kill me 
Flashbacks are in my mind, I walk along the wasteland 
The tombstones, the wind blows, and something just touched my hand 
I freeze up and can't even get a chance to blink 
Where's my liquid friend, because I need another drink 
You don't know how it feels to be me 
Radio and TV 
The strange things that I represent when you hear me 
Can you see what I can see 
The vision's gettin' blurry 
Future's lookin' dim so I'm startin' to get worried 
Makin' the burn brings for tales of the dead 
Prince of pain that laughs 
In the path 
Of a terminal end 
The shadows fallin' demons begin to hide 
The dark dominion, the product of the flip side 
My mind, it bleeds tales of alcoholic dreams 
Light beams, drug abuse and crack fiends 
Substance abuse has gained a new blend 
And I owe it all to my liquid friend