I see you sick and curled up like cats do

When psychos abuse them yeah



You want to purr but you're far too gone

I check your collar and you got no name



And I know you want it

And I know you like it

And I know you got it

And I know you love

D.R.U.G.S.



You're full of silence when I tell you

Cats are meant to be cool and cute



You're off your head you look like a corpse

Milke-white face like the saddest moon



And I know you want it

And I know you like it

And I know you got it

And I know you love

D.R.U.G.S.