My migraine makes me ill My electricity is low My laceration soothes itself My chemicals flow And I'm boosting what I take Just like the Germans, getting off On herbal vacuum - pumps of blow It shows all I know
And I drop and I drop And my body levels drop And my nerves clogging up Sucking all the substance up
With this method that I have found I'm redressing all I know I can change the amount of God That wraps around me From a satellite they fire Serotonin from eight miles Above Deeside in binary It orbits my street