Boy, you're looking old   Aged before your time   Living your life like a merry-go-round   But someday soon you'll have to come down.   Would you like to see scars?   My brand new needle marks?   Wearing my sins like a new tattoo,   I can't imagine why I don't envy you!   And now you're punishing yourself   And it's a crying shame   You've got a job, a house, a company car   But you've still got shit for brains!   Take me to your world   Show me what you feel   Tell me, is it real?   What are you searching for?   And if you ever turn on to crack   Or God forbid good smack   You won't recognise yourself   There'll be no turning back   You don't know how lucky you are   Open up your mind   It's a open door