THE ADDICT:   Richy Rich got high on the high life   Ron the rage it raged into my life   The Dow Jones it took on new meaning   I'd pick my feet before every high-powered country club meeting      The Devil's got my throat   I'm goin' down that's all she wrote   The Devil's got my throat   I'm goin' down that's all she wrote      Oh my God! Look what's become of me!   My best friends a spider   My girlfriends a cardboard cut-out I stole from Circuit City      The Devil's got my throat   I'm goin' down that's all she wrote   The Devil's got my throat   I'm goin' down that's all she wrote      Moving forward in my mind   Moving forward in my mind      Alright that was fun now let's hit the skyline   I don't know what he's got but I know it ain't mine      The devil's got my throat   I'm goin' down that's all she wrote   I'm your cruel joke   I'm goin' down that's all she wrote   The devil's got my throat   I'm goin' down that's all she wrote      STREET PEOPLE:   We've heard this same kind of thing a million times   But this kid's a freak; the weirdest one this week   I hear that he has a gift well we shall see   The Albino Saint; I bet a jolt he ain't   I'm gonna go just to check the geek boy out   I hope it's not too long; I guess we can't go wrong   Who wants to go meet me in the park tonight   I hope it's not too long; I guess we can't go wrong   Who wants to go meet me in the park tonight...