The Wrong Stuff - Gama Bomb

On a frozen night in the countryside

Topless drinking men defended their pride

The concept of a good time taken to extremes

Negligent games with a manly theme

Nudist capers powered by grog

Chainsaw dares, are you man enough to pull the plug?

You have done something to your brain, you have made it high

Why trust one drug above the other, that’s politics right?

You got hold of something strong and you put it in your head

You sniffed or drank or shot it up, you ran a mile and shit the bed

You’re coming up the helter-skelter, look out above

You never know enough’s enough

Escalation, taking a turn for the worse

Self-decapitation, the only way to prove your worth

You can scream and shout

But you got hold of the wrong stuff, you can’t deny

You’re on the way out

Yes, no, maybe you got stupefied

No matter if you’re too poor to shite

Get high as the proverbial, every single night

It’s a deadly buzz and you can’t stop screaming

You’re chewing your own head and no, you’re not dreaming

Over the falls without ever leaving the room

There’s something unpleasant coming soon

Robocop told you winners don’t use drugs

But now you’ve got the munchies for your own face- holy fuck!

You’re naked, roaring, drinking hand sanitizer from a boot

Time to face the truth

You’ve had a trouser accident and you’re smearing tonight

Something’s just not right

Sadly, you’re no longer legit

Hold on, something smells a bit like human shit

You can scream and shout

But you got hold of the wrong stuff, you can’t deny

You’re on the way out

Yes, no, maybe you got stupefied

Look here, everybody does drugs from time to time

But you, sir, have failed to keep this lesson top-of-mind