Too Much

You lack the spine son You think you want the truth By design It makes a fool out of you Drinkin and stinkin You gotta gotta get well Crusin and using You've never been well Need I remind you Last time you asked for the truth Need I remind you Dropping us tibits You need to redefine A bitter existence Obsessed with "mine" Your soul is screaming "You gotta gotta get well" Begging and pleading You've never been well Need I remind you Last time you asked for the truth Need I remind you You bit off a bit too much to chew You've never been well Need I remind you Last time you asked for the truth Need I remind you You bit off a bit too much to chew Too much, to chew