Pretty Poison

You’re a twelve step program You’re the weak amongst the strong Avoid the intervention ‘Cause you know you don’t belong You’re one bad habit One that’s really hard to break It’s time to draw the line For another line to take You’re a bad hangover Snort a bushel and a pec It makes the hair stand up On the back of your neck You’re a dirty pin cushion Need a shot to ease the pain Can’t feel the pretty poison Is it taken all in vain You’re a proud pill popper You’re a bottle on a shelf Just fade away in memories As you slowly kill yourself ~Billy Hitz~