On Tick from Cryptid Erectus by Bunyip

Peeking through the curtains,
Been piquing out for days,
Swear I'll never use again,
Things have got to change,
But me skin's on fire, mind's ablaze, clothes are drenched with sweat,
Got the runs, can't hold my guts, and not a whole lot's making sense,
Me bank account is all but dry, got nothing left to hock,
Tried to bargain with me dealer, but he just won't fucking budge,
I've got one last option, catch is I've gotta sell,
Two weeks and counting till I've gotta pay the bill...

Picked up the phone,
Gave him a call,
His missus answered,
The cunt was asleep by the pool,
He cut up rough,
And spoke abrupt,
I told him I was desperate but he'd figured as such,
Alright! It turns out he was holding,
3 and a half grand of the sickest gear going,
Happy days, I'm fucking chuffed,
Can't wait to get my hands on that sweet, sweet puff...

Fourteen days go by real quick when you spend a fortnight high,
In the front yard in me undies crying,
Thinking 'bout me life,
Caught in a spiral, it never ends,
On a ride I can't get off,
Thought I'd skim just a little bit, didn't mean to smoke the lot,

Found some crumbs underneath the couch, cut it with Epsom salts,
Sold it to a few close mates, if they die it's all my fault,
Made a couple hundjie, but it's too little, too late,
Been dodging phone calls now for two days straight

And then bam! A knock at the door,
I say, "I'm not home!", they keep on knocking,
And it rattles me to my bones,
I'm not religious, but I pray that it's just some Jehovah's Witness,
Trying to spruik their faith,
No such luck! No, not today,
Me poor life choices have caught up with me,
Me door kicked in, gun to my head,
Bound and gagged and bashed and left for dead


Well, I wake up, swear I'm on a new path,
Yeah, I'm gonna start again today,
Check out of the hospital, check me phone,
And see some missed calls from me mate

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