There's such a thing as self opinion (and this is Shannon's of himself)
And this far down South I have no self control (no control over the drug, but he knows it)
If anbody else feels like a nobody
Well then your gonna have to look out for you (People with low self-esteem and self-worth may be more susceptible to falling into addiction)
I'll colour green verything believed in
But I keep screaming for my glass of lemonade (I'm not sure about the color green. It could be money or weed, but doesn't make perfect sense either way. Regardless, he going to keep yelling for the lemonade, aka heroin)
I walk around and it feels good to be movin'
The breeze that's blowin' through cannot be found (affects of the heroin, either on or a brief respite off - I'm not sure which he's conveying here)
Jump on the trolley that's headed for all the hollering
And then you're gonna have to look out for you (if you jump into the rock 'n' roll scene, good luck keeping off the heavy drugs, It'll be all around and nobody will tell you no.)
In desperate need of a little more religion
To nurse your God like point of view (as a rock star, you feel like a god. The religion is most likely another reference to the drugs - people on powerful narcs can "find religion" in the drugs, not literally, but it feels like it)
Fool on the sheetroof you gotta lay down in your ruins (I think he coined a new term for sheetrock on a ceiling and is commenting on how if you stand on sheetrock, you're going to crash down eventually)
The river flowin' by, is way too big to bound (you're going to get swept up in the current of the drug scene, you can't keep it away)
If I should speak up, and say hello Mr. Uppercut
Oh, how nice to have avoided you (hasn't fallen yet)
I'll bloody bleed on everything I'm seeing
But I keep screaming for that glass of lemonade (he's dying, he's falling, he spinning out of control and he knows it, but he's going to keep on asking for and getting the heroin)
I'm probably wrong, but....
There's such a thing as self opinion (and this is Shannon's of himself) And this far down South I have no self control (no control over the drug, but he knows it) If anbody else feels like a nobody Well then your gonna have to look out for you (People with low self-esteem and self-worth may be more susceptible to falling into addiction) I'll colour green verything believed in But I keep screaming for my glass of lemonade (I'm not sure about the color green. It could be money or weed, but doesn't make perfect sense either way. Regardless, he going to keep yelling for the lemonade, aka heroin)
I walk around and it feels good to be movin' The breeze that's blowin' through cannot be found (affects of the heroin, either on or a brief respite off - I'm not sure which he's conveying here) Jump on the trolley that's headed for all the hollering And then you're gonna have to look out for you (if you jump into the rock 'n' roll scene, good luck keeping off the heavy drugs, It'll be all around and nobody will tell you no.)
In desperate need of a little more religion To nurse your God like point of view (as a rock star, you feel like a god. The religion is most likely another reference to the drugs - people on powerful narcs can "find religion" in the drugs, not literally, but it feels like it)
Fool on the sheetroof you gotta lay down in your ruins (I think he coined a new term for sheetrock on a ceiling and is commenting on how if you stand on sheetrock, you're going to crash down eventually) The river flowin' by, is way too big to bound (you're going to get swept up in the current of the drug scene, you can't keep it away) If I should speak up, and say hello Mr. Uppercut Oh, how nice to have avoided you (hasn't fallen yet)
I'll bloody bleed on everything I'm seeing But I keep screaming for that glass of lemonade (he's dying, he's falling, he spinning out of control and he knows it, but he's going to keep on asking for and getting the heroin)
Too much, too much, too much lemonade