...

and i have one that tangos with white devils,

and haggles with hells angels 

and she cant seem to be locked up

she creeps up on me in the night

under sparkling lights

and wraps her noose of forever

around my throat

and im down for whatever.

another pill, another smoke, 

another puff another pass,

another elleviation of the past,

a regression 

a real back and forwards joke,

dance in the lights,

by the speakers pumpin bass,

and with quickness you get laced,

and you breathe unevenly,

and your hands start to shake,

this is all cuz you caked,

and now the musics turning off,

no, no more one more song,

and you gotta walk alone,

into your lonely home,

and you think " i shudda known'

thats the life of a drone.