Father said to me I don't need that bullshit
I´ll never make, never make it on my own
But who’s to say, I never get by anyway
It keeps me up just thinking about it

Uh-huh-huh
Huh-huh
Uh-huh-huh
Huh-huh
Uh-huh-huh
Huh-huh
Uh-huh-huh
Huh-huh

My pockets filled with teeth and blood
I ain´t a father, nor a son
And I´ll never become either one
I´ve got a problem
I´ve got a problem

Cocaine
Cocaine
Cocaine

Mother said to me I don’t need that bullshit
I´ll never make, never make it on my own
But who’s to say, I never get by anyway
It keeps me up just thinking about it
Uh-huh-huh
Huh-huh
Uh-huh-huh
Huh-huh
Uh-huh-huh
Huh-huh
Uh-huh-huh
Huh-huh