Chippie

[Verse 1]
Getting so high I'm bout to meet Jesus
'Nother night I feel uneasy
Dizziness settling in this night outside I'm freezing
Cold, feeling weak but smoking strong
Willingly die in a week
It is enough to become old
On the streets I'm doing things I couldn't think I can afford
So discreet, I'm moving still I wouldn't mind
If I got caught
In the backseat of the ford smell of filthy death
And sweet whiff of pine cones
Life's scheming new fuckin cons
It's constantly getting worse

[Hook]
Hey, Chippie, uh
Why you look so trippy, uh
Wild enough to creep in
Diggings where the floor's not creaky, uh
Catch me thinking somewhere high
I thought I was cheeky, uh
For achieving suicide but I am still thinking

[Verse 2]
If I had a farmland somewhere up in weeping Chipping Norton
Hundred acres sprinkled with the weed seed - that would be important
Drop the anchor among hippies, chippies wherever in Scotland
Fuckin anger causin heebiejeebies whenever I'm sober

[Hook]
Hey, Chippie
Why you look so trippy
Wild enough to creep in
Diggings where the floor's not creaky
Catch me thinking somewhere high
I thought I was cheeky
For achieving suicide but I am still thinking

[Outro]
Of the ways of getting killed
Hard to feel the same thrill
That's been building up my mind
The desire to get higher
That has tied up my hands tight
In a knot
To survive
I would not
Rather let the habit make the addict's breathing fuckin stop