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