It's no way to find your soul
Fingers down your pie hole
Let's just say I'm looking for clues
I found a way to get my thrill
It's aftermarket fentanyl
Don't care how many rednecks it's killed
'Cause I'm so happy when I've got my blues
I'm in the kitchen on a cruise
I'm cooking up a codeine ragu

And I'm alive
I can put it down anytime

Okay, I admit it
I couldn't quit it
I'm a high white man, run a mile in a minute
How could I kick it (whoa-oh, yeah)
When I'm so in it? (Whoa-oh, yeah)
I got the whole world screamin' out for more when I hit it

I need a mirror and some lingerie
And get the fuck out of my way (get the fuck out of my way)
I'm olive oil raging in the kitchen's glare
Time drips like the sweat on me
With crusted lips and misery
And the curtains keep the smoke in my hair
Sliding into G-strings, lines of lumpy white things
I'm a cheap date, I'm a mess in purple stockings
I think that perhaps I'm not feeling alright

But I'm alive
I can put it down anytime

Okay, I admit it
I couldn't quit it
I'm a high white man, run a mile in a minute
How could I kick it (whoa-oh, yeah)
When I'm so in it? (Whoa-oh, yeah)
I got the whole world screamin' out for more when I hit it

I'm talking ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (whoa-oh, yeah)
Talking ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (whoa-oh, yeah)
Talking ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (whoa-oh, yeah)
Talking ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Yeah
Delve into the darker grounds
Is it pain? A pain that leaves this shattered mound?
I don't know, I don't know
Yeah
Over flumes of hate and panic rooms
That hang onto your heart and bleed through you
I don't know, I don't know
Yeah

And And if you want some fun
My son
You only need one bullet in the gun
You only ever need one bullet, my son
Let me tell you 'bout some fun
My son
No one ever gets that one and done
The habit's gonna weigh a ton
And if you want some fun
My son
You only need one bullet in the gun
You only ever need one bullet, my son
Let me tell you 'bout some fun
My son
No one ever gets that one and done
The habit's gonna weigh a ton
And if you want some fun
My son
You only need one bullet in the gun
You only ever need one bullet, my son
Let me tell you 'bout some fun
My son
No one ever gets that one and done
The habit's gonna weigh a ton
And if you want some fun
My son
You only need one bullet in the gun
You only ever need one bullet, my son
Let me tell you 'bout some fun
My son
No one ever gets that one and done
The habit's gonna weigh a ton
And if you want some fun
My son
You only need one bullet in the gun
You only ever need one bullet, my son
Let me tell you 'bout some fun
My son
No one ever gets that one and done
The habit's gonna weigh a ton
And if you want some fun
My son
You only need one bullet in the gun
You only ever need one bullet, my son

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Writer(s): Alex Cameron, Jason Williamson