More Weight!

More weight! More weight on these tired bones Ya damn sonnovabitch better have the last word With a curse rattling in your throat Get up Get up and face the setting sun You're high on ayahuasca and razorblades You know the night is still young I feel so I feel so Shit faced Shit faced and sweating gin You dragged me outta my home By the scruff of my neck Wearing nothing but this rictus grin You said "what you are is fiend and rake Don't even think about pleading the fifth" I said, "Excuse me your honor but you got me all wrong When everyone knows you're a stiff" I feel so I feel so I got lost I got lost on the way back home I broke a window outside to let myself in I cut myself fingers down to the bone I might have slept on the floor I might puked in the sink But I'm clinging to the last estate You got your hands around my throat so tight Saying everyone needs more weight, everybody MORE WEIGHT!