I need a new drugnThat makes my hair braid quickernMy white blood cells thickernThat leaves me no choicenBut to ruin my voicenWith tar and tequilanLike a paperback stealernMakin too much noisennAnd I down enough coffee and excedrinnBy quarter to elevennTo freak a family of fournAnd I keep comin' back for morennI perfected my gamenIt's like a true religionnI'm just a carrier pigeonnWith an over-dutch namenIt's a perfect timenTo let my mind decidenOn the right directionnTo fly this vision of minenYeah I can't say I wonnBut oh to make it rightnBut there's so many sinsnWe could resurrect tonightnnAnd I down enough coffee and excedrinnBy quarter to elevennTo freak a family of fournAnd I keep comin' back for more