A man dressed in black in front of me
I said Whatcha going to do to me?
He said I'm gonna set you free.
From all the pressures of society
From all your responsibilities,
Your bills and your job
From all the burdens that they put on you
And anything else that you want.
Now every time I look at drugs
I need a line, I need some stuff
You need a sell really quick
With anything to get me ripped
I don't care anymore
My life is such a bore
I bet that I look all fried
Until the day that I die
Lyrics submitted by punk_in_drublic99
"I.D." as written by Sergio Pizzorno Christopher Karloff
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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