Junkhead

[Verse 1] "Junk, fuck" A good night, the best in a long time A new friend turned me on to an old favorite Nothing better than a dealer who's high Be high, convince them to buy [Chorus] What's my drug of choice? Well, what have you got? I don't go broke And I do it a lot [Verse 2] Seems so sick to the hypocrite norm Running their boring drills But we are an elite race of our own The stoners, junkies, and freaks Are you happy? I am, man Content and fully aware Money, status, nothing to me Because your life's empty and bare [Chorus] What's my drug of choice? Well, what have you got? I don't go broke And I do it a lot I do it a lot, yeah [Verse 3] You can't understand a user's mind But try, with your books and degrees If you let yourself go and opened your mind I'll bet you'd be doing like me And it isn't so bad [Chorus]