Gwar

He's got plenty of drugs
But he can't find his guitar
Winds up drowning in puke
Or with a needle hanging out of his arm
This is plea for drugs
This is a plea for booze
This is a plea for junk
Anything I can use
I'll shoot junk in my eye
I can't die
Whoops- I'm already dead!
Maggots are writhing inside my head
This is plea for drugs
This is a plea for booze
This is a plea for junk
Anything I can use
Desperate for anything
Anything I can use
A plea for drugs
An appeal from me to you
There is nothing you can do
I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die...