Something About A Substance

One day I was walking down to the store, on my way to smoke 
When I saw an old man with a long beard and a cloak 
His face was beaten, his body frail, and his hair was mangled 
And I thought, man what kind of mess you up and tangled? 
Did you ever think you’d be sittin’ on a bench with your hand stuck out? 
‘Cause that cannot be what your life has been all about 
I bet you once had a house and a girl and an ambition 
But it seems you chose a substance that forced your condition 

So shoot it up, yes drink it down 
I can turn your frown upside down 
Oh chop it up, yea give it a whiff 
Just take a hit son, you won’t feel stiff 
Pop that pill girl and chase it on down 
It’s the only way to have fun in this town 
C’mon man, you know it ain’t a crime 
‘Cause I promise I’ll make it worth your time 

I walked back to my place and puffed on that cigarette 
When I stumbled upon a woman who appeared to be a silhouette 
She had tattoos all over her arms and a ring in her tongue 
And I said, now lady what kind of sick nasty things you done? 
You know you got four teeth missin’ on the left side of your cheek? 
You can’t be more than 24, but you look like a rotting antique 
You had your foot on the gas but you never started the ignition 
I guess you chose a substance that forced your condition 


So shoot it up, yes drink it down 
I can turn your frown upside down 
Oh chop it up, yea give it a whiff 
Just take a hit son, you won’t feel stiff 
Pop that pill girl and chase it on down 
It’s the only way to have fun in this town 
C’mon man, you know it ain’t a crime 
‘Cause I promise I’ll make it worth your time 


Well I smoked that cig to the filter and tossed it away 
When a man standin’ on the corner came up to me with somethin’ to say 
He says looky here boy, I got somethin’ that’ll get your veins pumpin’ 
It’ll make you feel so good that ya can’t feel nothin’ 
All I need is some that green paper in that pocket of yours 
And I’ll seal it up and hand over this beautiful little cure 
Then I thought, I don’t need nobody’s mother-loving permission 
I’ll pay the money and take this substance to improve my condition 


Well I opened my door and sat down on my bed 
And then I proceeded to force my mind out of my head 
I forgot about my fears, my tears and my troubles 
And I said, maybe this stuff can help me through my struggles 
Of course I got enough dough to throw to keep this feeling 
And just maybe if I do it enough times I’ll just keep on healing 
I don’t need no fancy cars, library books or money for tuition 
All I need is this little substance here to cure my condition 


Ah if I only I could go back to that day and change my decision 
I’d jack that man from the corner and have him put in prison 
But I took that first hit with a big old laugh and a grin 
Because it seemed to me that I had discovered the perfect sin 
Now I’m ridin’ on a night where I think I’ve had a little too much 
But it don’t matter ‘cause I’ve got the mystical Midas touch! 
Now I know I never seen a dead man and I ain’t no physician 
But I am quite certain that substance forced my ultimate condition 


So shoot it up, yes drink it down 
I can turn your frown upside down 
Oh chop it up, yea give it a whiff 
Just take a hit son, you won’t feel stiff 
Pop that pill girl and chase it on down 
It’s the only way to have fun in this town 
C’mon man, you know it ain’t a crime 
‘Cause I promise I’ll make it worth your time