hawksley workman
addicted [*]
Ah, people get addicted, it's a problem around here And I'm afflicted And the reports all say Something I guessed I'd have chosen not to listen Just a busy by the bush, just a puking and a pissing Got the whiskey in my blood and hell dammit I'm in love And I'm addicted C'mon everybody, get addicted  And I'm guilty, baby I'm so guilty Just for being born, being white, wrong or right, back and forth For the poor, for a ball, for the deep or for our soul I'm addicted, and I'm ready to kill for it 'Cause I'm addicted  And I'm the sadist Like the mayor of the badlands And you're tired, you're oh so fuckin' tired And your homes let it slide, let the bad guys in behind Now they're making with your honey, with your freedom and your money And you're fucked, oughta say it, save it for a rainy day it, 'Cause baby, you're addicted You're addicted Fuck you, fuck you, you're, fuck'ing addicted  And I'm a nice guy, it's always been my problem Don't know whether I should fuck it, or destroy it Or should I fire it or employ it or hate it Or enjoy it, cause I'm addicted Like a cancer, eating at the answer I've got the beauty by the throat, so it couldn't sing a note And it's begging just for seeing for the truth in all its being For needing, bleeding, feeding, weeding, treating, bleeding, cheating, gums receding C'mon people, get addicted, get ad-dic-dic-dicted Let's everybody get addicted People get addicted People get addicted C'mon people, get addicted