Hog Hoggidy Hog Willy White
Money for a sniff of white or a needle poke chasing boiling bubbles bubbling poisonous smoke it's up to you when you gonna realise take one more hit lay back and close your eyes lock that door shut out the world coz no one understands or you'd be forced to see the problem in your hands a trip a suicide a brand new state of mind a brand new state of loneliness that you could leave behind tomorrow everything's gonna be all right tomorrow gonna leave it all behind now tomorrow everything's gonna be all right tomorrow maybe then you'll see the light through the brown clouded red pumps mindless nothing to every feeling every thought its just a sense of false protection against a world that you forgot and I think you know what's best what's best or what would you prefer to sing a song of no way out or leason that you've learned when escape becomes the cure and reality's the pain your only source of sanity could drive you insane tomorrow everything's gonna be all right tomorrow gonna leave it all behind now tomorrow everything's gonna be all right tomorrow maybe you'll see the light it's gonna be alright without you Willy White.
