Slow and Stoned (Method of Yonash)
Acid Drinkers
You're calling me late at night Spasmodically breathing You whisper to my tired Ear An Unintillegible message Slow! Stone it! F... it! Don't creep like a pig! You read me your last will While you're sleeping Your gabble is maybe charming me But can't you see You're drowning I tell you You must go to bed I don't know what I know And I don't call a medicine man I should know that you drown!