Oh my god!   Have you seen my medicine?   I need it to keep my head   upon these shoulders   and keep the beast inside at bay      There is love but i like fuckin   there are drugs, if i am lucky      And a mothers arm    extend like the track marks from your brothers arms   and they pour it out   into these bottles of addictions   and roach's that form in the palm   of your little baby boy      and you cover up the killings      This is a battle with the bottle   and i'm losing it