[Mr. Bones]  Well lemme, lemme tell you, a lunatic   escaped from the asylum  I used to dig a hole for the body box, then I'd hide them  In my backyard, another torture in the cellar  A dwella  A rather fucked up young fella  Got bats in my belfry  But nobody helps me  An eye on my enemy  Cause everybody wants to kill me  I find myself in a bottle of liquor  But is it quicker  For me to stick her  Or maybe I should stick you!  What do I do?  My mind is gone with the wind  My mortal sin  Is hidden with a friendly grin  I don't know, what do you think?  I can't see straight  Ad I've had too much to drink  Blink my eyes and try to find my soul  I'm on a roll  More like outta control  Where's my soul?  It must be on a higher plane  I'm insane  With all this butane  In my veins  Swing my head and search for a better half  Everything's funny so I guess I start to laugh  Substance abuse is taking on a new blend  And I owe it all to my liquid friend    They calling me a lowlife, drug addict,   alcoholic son of a bitch  I'm breaking my ass, I'm breaking my ass,   making them dollars, trying to get rich  I spend my loot on drug abuse and then   enhance my state of mind  My soul is in the sky  I fly  My altitude is very high  I fall and crash in the graveyard with the dead  A pale moon hangs in the sky, blood red  Mislead by the demons that I see  I got this paranoid delusion   that everybody wants to kill me  Flashbacks are in my mind, I walk along the wasteland  The tombstones, the wind blows, and something just   touched my hand  I freeze up and can't even get a chance to blink  Where's my liquid friend, because I need another drink    You don't know how it feels to be me  Radio and TV  The strange things that I represent when you hear me  Can you see what I can see  The vision's getting blurry  Future's looking dim so I'm starting to get worried  Making the burn brings for tales of the dead  Prince of pain that laughs  In the path  Of a terminal end  The shadows falling demons begin to hide  The dark dominion, the product of the flip side  My mind, it bleeds tales of alcoholic dreams  Light beams, drug abuse and crack fiends  Substance abuse has gained a new blend  And I owe it all to my liquid friend