Wonderful World

Well you see friends shakin’ hands,
But I demand that you point them out.
Sure, my friends shake,
Right before they grind up real close
To get a better idea of what they’re missing.
Maybe now the chemical cocktail will take them
One step closer to nirvana
Like it did the first time.

My soft drinks are green, red, and yeah, blue,
And it’s the soft hands that drive a hard bargain
With a hard needle that pierces invisible flesh,
So now my head’s up in the clouds,
But it’s like eternal rain,
As little droplets run down my face,
With the pit-pat of moist feet.

Always with the lies . . .
Maybe it used to be that way buddy,
But don’t gimme crap about lighting up
It’s the only light I’ve got.