Paroles de Revolution

Allright, look out I'm sick I'm so sick Of getting sick Everytime I lose my connection I'm tired So tired Of getting up in the morning For that long uphill walk To the methadone clinic There's gotta be an easier way Now hold on a second This is burning There's a change coming My blackened spoon I suggest to you And it takes five seconds Just five seconds To put a morphine suppository All the way inside Brothers and sisters You know what I'm talking about I'm talkin about a full on Motherfucking Revolution