Gama Bomb The Wrong Stuff
On a frozen night in the countryside Topless drinking men defended their pride The concept of a good time taken to extremes Negligent games with a manly theme Nudist capers powered by grog Chainsaw dares, are you man enough to pull the plug? You have done something to your brain, you have made it high Why trust one drug above the other, that's politics right?
You got hold of something strong and you put it in your head You sniffed or drank or shot it up, you ran a mile and shit the bed You're coming up the helter-skelter, look out above You never know enough's enough
Escalation, taking a turn for the worse Self-decapitation, the only way to prove your worth
You can scream and shout, But you got hold of the wrong stuff, you can't deny You're on the way out, Yes, no, maybe you got stupefied
No matter if you're too poor to shite Get high as the proverbial, every single night It's a deadly buzz and you can't stop screaming You're chewing your own head and no, you're not dreaming Over the falls without ever leaving the room There's something unpleasant coming soon
Robocop told you winners don't use drugs But now you've got the munchies for your own face- holy f..ck! You're naked, roaring, drinking hand sanitizer from a boot Time to face the truth You've had a trouser accident and you're smearing tonight Something's just not right
Sadly, you're no longer legit Hold on, something smells a bit like human shit
You can scream and shout, But you got hold of the wrong stuff, you can't deny You're on the way out, Yes, no, maybe you got stupefied
Look here, everybody does drugs from time to time But you, sir, have failed to keep this lesson top-of-mind
