Liquid Friend

[Verse 1: Mr. Bones]
Well let me, let me tell you, a lunatic escaped from the asylum
I used to dig a hole for the body parts and then I'd hide them
In my backyard, under the porch or in the cellar
A dweller, a rather fucked up young fella
Got bats in my belfry, but nobody helps me
An eye on my enemy 'cause everybody wants to kill me
I find myself in a bottle of liquor, but is it quicker
For me to stick her or maybe I should stick you
What do I do, my mind is gone with the wind
My mortal sin is hidden with a friendly grin
I don't know, what do you think?
I can't see straight and I've had too much to drink
Blink my eyes and try to find my soul
I'm on a roll, more like out of control
Where's my soul? It must be on a higher plane
I'm insane with all this butane in my veins
Swing my head and search for a better half
Everything's funny so I guess I start to laugh
Substance abuse has taken on a new blend
And I owe it all to my liquid friend

[Verse 2: Mr. Bones]
They calling me a lowlife, drug addict, alcoholic son of a bitch
I'm breakin' my ass, I'm breakin' my ass, I'm makin' dollars, tryin' to get rich
I spend my loot on drug abuse and then enhance my state of mind
My soul is in the sky, I fly, my altitude is very high
I fall and crash in the graveyard with the dead
A pale moon hangs in the sky, blood red
Mislead by the demons that I see
I got this paranoid delusion that everybody wants to kill me
Flashbacks are in my mind, I walk along the wasteland
The tombstones, the wind blows, did something just touch my hand?
I freeze up and can't even get a chance to blink
Where's my liquid friend, because I need another drink

[Verse 3: Mr. Bones]
You don't know how it feels to be me, radio and TV
The strange things that I represent when you hear me
Can you see what I can see, the vision's getting blurry
Future's looking dim so I'm starting to get worried
Making it burn brings for tales of the dead
Prince of pain that laughs in the path of a terminal end
The shadows falling, demons begin to hide
The dark dominion, the product of the flip side
My mind, it bleeds tales of alcoholic dreams
Light beams, drug abuse, and crack fiends
Substance abuse has gained a new blend
And I owe it all to my liquid friend