Over the Counter

the fruit is in the lies
the blood is in my eyes
New York calls it the times
I say it’s all sublime 
 
my face is gross & pockmarked
I lost it all to a loanshark
people call me a fraud
they say: hey Jeremy, you ain’t no god
 
now the time is set
got nothing left inside my head
I got no reason to fret
cuz tomorrow I’ll be good as dead
 
yesterday I contracted a cold
I think I might be old
got no place to go
buy me please I’m sold
 
throw caution to the wind
peel away my skin
eat up all the mints
man life is grim
 
think for yourself
I got no good health
don’t tell me about your wealth
if I was a bottle I’d sit on the bottom shelf
 
now it’s time to smoke
gimme something that makes me choke
addiction ain’t no joke
but it’s me I’m no hoax