I did cocaine in Memphis, Tennessee
Underneath the ghost of Elvis Presley
And no it didn't do a God damn thing for me
Except make me wanna go and do more

It's a habit that I like to abuse
After a long hard day of being misused
My socks are gone, somebody stole my shoes
And now my feet are cracked and blistered and sore

Grab me up another needle and spoon
I'll be there soon up there with you-oo-hoo
Tell me whatcha think I should do?
Hard to think about, when all I think about is you

She was the circumstance that I could not surpass
All my viable solutions must have truly sounded crass
When I stood up on my feet I fell back down on my ass
Just to see I'm sick and twisted to the core

There's something I don't know how to explain
How this parasite inside me's rearranging my entire brain
I swear sometimes I feel as though I've gone insane
Then I see I really only wanted more