Hawksley Workman Addicted
Ah, people get addicted, it's a problem around here
And I'm afflicted and the reports all say
Something, I guessed I'd have chosen not to listen
Just a busy by the bush, just a puking and a pissing
Got the whiskey in my blood and, hell, dammit, I'm in love
And I'm addicted, c'mon everybody, get addicted
And I'm guilty, baby, I'm so guilty
Just for being born, being white, wrong or right, back and forth
For the poor, for a ball, for the deep or for our soul
I'm addicted, and I'm ready to kill for it 'cause I'm addicted
And I'm the sadist
Like the mayor of the badlands
And you're tired, you're, oh, so f..ckin' tired
And your homes let it slide, let the bad guys in behind
Now they're making with your honey
With your freedom and your money
And you're f..cked, oughta say it, save it for a rainy day it
'Cause, baby, you're addicted
You're addicted
f..ck you, f..ck you, you're, f..cking addicted
And I'm a nice guy, it's always been my problem
Don't know whether I should f..ck it, or destroy it
Or should I fire it or employ it or hate it
Or enjoy it, cause I'm addicted
Like a cancer, eating at the answer
I've got the beauty by the throat, so it couldn't sing a note
And it's begging just for seeing for the truth in all its being
For needing, bleeding, feeding, weeding, treating
Bleeding, cheating, gums receding
C'mon people, get addicted, get ad, dic, dic, dicted
Let's everybody get addicted
People get addicted, people get addicted
C'mon people, get addicted
