You were young, but now yer 23, and ya think “what will become of me?”
So, you dull that thought with ketamine and a handful of cocaine.
Oh, your mind’s your great enemy and the faulty cause of memory
Makes you think of the serenity when you abdicate yer brain.
Don’t fret. Don’t regret ‘cause drugs will make mortality a breeze.
Is your doomsday closer than you think? Have you had bit too much to drink?
Did you vomit in the kitchen sink? It’s okay ‘cause yer so sad.
Do you fear that yer inadequate or that fate’s hand will force you to quit
All the substances which make you fit in yer motley group of lads.