THE ADDICT:

Richy Rich got high on the high life

Ron the rage it raged into my life

The Dow Jones it took on new meaning

I'd pick my feet before every high-powered country club meeting



The Devil's got my throat

I'm goin' down that's all she wrote

The Devil's got my throat

I'm goin' down that's all she wrote



Oh my God! Look what's become of me!

My best friends a spider

My girlfriends a cardboard cut-out I stole from Circuit City



The Devil's got my throat

I'm goin' down that's all she wrote

The Devil's got my throat

I'm goin' down that's all she wrote



Moving forward in my mind

Moving forward in my mind



Alright that was fun now let's hit the skyline

I don't know what he's got but I know it ain't mine



The devil's got my throat

I'm goin' down that's all she wrote

I'm your cruel joke

I'm goin' down that's all she wrote

The devil's got my throat

I'm goin' down that's all she wrote



STREET PEOPLE:

We've heard this same kind of thing a million times

But this kid's a freak; the weirdest one this week

I hear that he has a gift well we shall see

The Albino Saint; I bet a jolt he ain't

I'm gonna go just to check the geek boy out

I hope it's not too long; I guess we can't go wrong

Who wants to go meet me in the park tonight

I hope it's not too long; I guess we can't go wrong

Who wants to go meet me in the park tonight...