Leave a dog for the weekend
With a bag of food
Leave a junkie at home
With your dope
Clash with the force
You cannot control
Invite problems
And make space in your home
Beg for a struggle
And love what you get
You beat me to base
But I'll make it there yet
I have no portion control (x8)
You're old and on drugs
Now you're old and on drugs
Now you're tossed loose and crushed
Now you reach out and I'm touched