Crack Head Eddie

Still searching for approval from your daddy
And you think you get to talk down to me
You're just a leech and a bastards son
You rain your miseries down on everyone
I know you think yourself oh so clever
But a bigger fool I've met never
A sheltered schoolboy without any sense
Boy you never stood a fucking chance

Grown ass man still needs mommy's cooking
Steal from her purse when she's not looking
So you can supply for your next high
I can't tell whether I should laugh or cry
You dare to think you're better than anyone
Well now I'm here to put you under the gun
For our crimes we all must atone
But you refuse to look at your own

Always thought yourself some sort of king
But you don't understand a goddamn thing
Sick of your arrogance the shit that you spew
Sick of the wasted time and sick of you
Staring off into space stuck in a daze
Living your life in a smoke filled haze
A professional loser stuck in wonderland
Playing in a fucking cabaret band



Credits
Writer(s): Hubert Pietruszynski
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