| You only live in reality if you have the right mentality Thanks to all that shit you smoke And all the visits to Palmetto When your sober you think Son Of a Bitch Everything's Real But you don't want to feel Poppin' pills with broken seals Because every night you feel like crying Dreaming on acid trips when heroines got you lying on your back Hearing things you can't explain Seeing things you can't believe Like God's calling your name Or the dead crawling to your feet You get broker and broker I am...I am the Provoker You walk the streets at night if it's rocks, ex, powder or decks you gotta find And all the creatures you see the most Stepping on your heels Following you close Laughing every step you trip But you give the bastards the slip Just long enough to get your dealer, your healer, Your miracle makers latest shit You buy'em out because tonight you feel like dying You get broker and broker I am...I am the Provoker |