Touch the crystal ball let me feel the static
Rather, label me nothing, I'm enigmatic
My story's highly anti-climatic
Instigate a seminar---socratic
Question me like a convict---democratic
Say what you need, do what you will
A beer, a joint and my last pill
What a lethal combo, but we love it still
My ink is leaking, now where's my quill?
I do this all out of good will
I'm no saint, but I'm no sinner
I'm Charlie Sheen, I'm a full-blown winner
Billy J said the good die young
So when I'm old it won't be much fun
Unless I'm a filterless bad seed
I'm Catholic, but don't know the Creed
With my friend's one hitter I'll blow some trees
Under the seats, under the pews
Oh the irony, aren't you amused?
Life's a crossroads, the roads you choose
I'll be content ending up really bruised
So don't accuse
Better scathed and out stronger
Than suffering longer
In silence, writhing in sorrow
As we should know it's always better tomorrow
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