Trippin' Balls

This life and times have been a long strange trip,
And its a battle to keep my lips closed and zipped.

When people are too fucked up to realize they are wrong,
Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out, put down the bong.

You can't fix stupid, and nearly everyone has this affliction,
Need a colt .45 just to be content, knowing you've got protection.

Downing some tequila, slamming beers, just to get a mind change,
Everyone around looking like they're kinda frayed and deranged.

Chasing that white rabbit till we fall down the hole,
Knowing that in your stocking you'll get nothing but coal.

Keep in mind that most addicts can't be known or trusted,
Those snitches will be the ones to drag you down  and get you busted.

Pop a couple uppers, and smoke a giant blunt,
Getting your mind right, as you continue the endless hunt.