Driving down Houston street
I feel my stomach turn
A light on every corner
My sweat it starts to burn
Looking for a hole in a wall
My legs are so hollow
Anticipating the taste of death
It’s the only thing I can swallow
I draw it back, I’m starting to feel good
My speech starts to slur
Just like I knew it would
Driving down Houston street
I finally start to nod
A light on every corner
Who cares I’m finally home
Slow down…I want to get off
Slow down…I want to get right