It’s in the laxative they’re cutting in the cocaine baby. It’s in the heroin the ecstasy they’re mixing lately. Give me the boys and girls in bathrooms getting plenty friendly. With just the thought of us debauched and in the missionary. Watch me out of my skull. Watch me out of my mind. I’m out of control. But I’m still alive. Go get me cigarettes. Watch the circus pass by. Twos up on an eighth. All back to mine. What a feeling. Got steep my sweet dysfunction. I’ll keep on kneeling. For my chemical devotion. Let me kiss the ceiling. It’s just a notion for you. More than a feeling. That sweet devotion for you. It’s in the black sick and the choking on the blood and your tears. It’s in the echo of the jackdaw ringing in your ears. Watch me out of my gates. Ill advised unprepared. No one gave a shit. When nobody cared. Another wasted talent. But that’s just fine. Two’s up on an eighth. All back to mine. What a feeling. Got steep my sweet dysfunction. I’ll keep on stealing. For my chemical devotion. Don’t kiss the ceiling. More than a potion for you. More than a feeling. That sweet devotion for you. I can’t take the fever from you. I don’t want to neither. They’re dropping science on you. You just need a breather. I’ll be looking over you. Overlooking me. It’s all in God’s time. All back to mine. What a feeling. Got steep my sweet dysfunction. So appealing. This chemical devotion. Got to kiss the ceiling. More than an ocean for you. More than a feeling. That sweet devotion for you. Shallow in the deep end. Got steep my sweet dysfunction. And I can depend. On chemical devotion. It’s like my best friend. That keeps the world in motion. I’ve got to defend. My chemical devotion