Button of self imposed destruction
It’s pressed, I’m depressed, indisposed
Nothing can trump the aching hunger
Forget my best intentions, gotta cop so make the call

Gotta kick, or get a hit, getting sick again
Where’s my fix?

Waking on corners with the flora
The weeds, the deeds, the score
Scraping the warmer with the mourners
The need deceives deception
When I’m lying on the floor

Gotta kick, or get a hit, getting sick again
Where’s my fix?

Check the clock it’s time to cop, who’s holding?
Check the stash I got no cash, I’m owing
Why give it to me?

Can you believe how you’re feeling?
No, don’t go there, no, don’t go there
Can you believe how you’re feeling?
No, don’t go there, no, don’t go there, no

Who’s gonna give it to me?
One more before I get clean
Who’s gonna give it to me?
One more before I get clean

Gotta kick, or get a hit, getting sick again
Where’s my fix?
Gotta kick, hit hit hit, sick sick sick, where’s my fix?
Go bang two bags


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Barbiturate Blues song meanings
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    General CommentI think the meaning behind this song is quite obvious. They seem to be channeling the band Down on this album ... digging this album lots!
    sokornyon May 04, 2015   Link

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