Father said to me I don't need that bullshit
I´ll never make, never make it on my own
But here´s the thing, I never get by anyway
It keeps me up just thinking about it
(Singing)

My pockets filled with teeth and blood
I ain´t a father, nor a son
And I´ll never become either one
I´ve got a problem
I´ve got a problem

Cocaine
Cocaine
Cocaine

Mother said to me I don’t need that bullshit
I´ll never make, never make it on my own
But here´s the thing, I never get by anyway
It keeps me up just thinking about it