addicted to drugs and i cry
what's in my eyes i detest
i smell the lean and the xan and the perc
i make ends and i blow em
can't show you my values cause i do not know them
next year's 1984 you whores
they cut down all the trees
bet your 1984 bring crying
get smothered by the coverage
we are your friends and you family
flying on wings that flash red and blue
dying to sling brass and lead in you
they see the fear in your eyes
and there ain't no disguise
that can hide all your thoughts
that got infinite stamina
brother's watching your door
when they making an incision
people marching down the street get shot
ai marching down the street