I fill myself with poison
Every morning
Every day
To the top of a little green glass
It gets into my head
I realise I'll be dead
And I live every day like it's my last
A shot of strychnine
Keeps my going until sundown
When it's night I find I need a little more
I get inside
And pour myself
Some arsenic and cyanide
And I let the poison fill me to the core
The strychnine blues
Have got me by the gut
And the throat
I've got no more poison left to give
Down here in oblivion
Seated next to Death
Is the only way that I know how to live
Your tobacco and your alcohol
Ain't no use to me
I don't go at all for standard fare
I sleep in a gas chamber
I bathe in a septic tank
I scrub myself with acid till my bones are bare
What's more is I can only really deal with other people
When I've forced my heart to stop still
My nightshade nightcap is much stronger
Than all my force of will
The strychnine blues
Have got me by the gut
And the throat
I've got no more poison left to give
Down here in oblivion
Seated next to Death
Is the only way that I know how to live
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