I like it    I don't like it

Care not for the men who wonder
Straw that broke your back, youre under
Cast all them aside who care
Empty eyes and dead end stare

Dont you know that none are blind
To the lie, and you think I dont find what you hide?

What in gods name have you done?
Stick your arm for some real fun

For the horse youve grown much fonder
Than for me, that I dont ponder
As the hair of one who bit you
Smiling bite your own self, too

And I think that youre not blind
To the ones you left behind
Ill be here

So be yearning all your life
Twisting, turning like a knife

Now you know the reasons why
Cant get high, or you will die
Or youll die

So your sickness weighs a ton
And gods name is smack for some