Revolution

Allright, look out

I'm sick
I'm so sick
Of getting sick
Everytime I lose my connection
I'm tired
So tired
Of getting up in the morning
For that long uphill walk
To the methadone clinic
There's gotta be an easier way

Now hold on a second
This is burning
There's a change coming
My blackened spoon
I suggest to you
And it takes five seconds
Just five seconds
To put a morphine suppository
All the way inside

Brothers and sisters
You know what I'm talking about
I'm talkin about a full on
Motherfucking
Revolution