This is my cocktail and I drink it 'cause I love it
This is how I don't feel and make friend of trouble
I fear two things: losing my mind, losing my body
When you find your skin has been broke in
By thousand worms
Who cannot wait for you to be gone
Then you count to ten
And she looks upon your skin
And so begin to compose a vow
Never hold a gun or a sign it isn't fun
And fun is how you should define
One's way to be
Bedding down with twins and hoping
God will walk right in and take a picture of
This holy group of three
It is enough to cry, it pays for all before you die
And kills the yearn to justify
I need two things: keeping my mind, keeping my body