Vampire Weekend

The thought of solid food
Makes your stomach cramp and you
Are sure your body will reject
Ev´rything but liquid goods
The sunlite hurts your eyes
So you crawl back into bed
You tell yourself - this time was the last
But then the sun goes down
Low instincts start to rise
You feel the urge again
And you know tonite´s the nite
The taste inside your mouth
Feels like you did all nite
Suck on a rat ass but you can´t remember
All the details so you lite
Yourself another smoke
And you fumble for the pills
You need so bad, supposed to kill your ills