Lyrics:

(spoken)'Junk, fuck'

A good night, the best in a long time

A new friend turned me on to an old favorite

Nothing better than a dealer who's high

Be high, convince them to buy



What's my drug of choice?

Well, what have you got?

I don't go broke

And I do it a lot



Seems so sick to the hypocrite norm

Running their boring drills

But we are an elite race of our own

The stoners, junkies, and freaks



Are you happy? I am, man.



Content and fully aware

Money, status, nothing to me

'Cause your life is empty and bare



What's my drug of choice?

Well, what have you got?

I don't go broke

And I do it a lot

I do it a lot, yeah



You can't understand a user's mind

But try, with your books and degrees

If you let yourself go and opened your mind

I'll bet you'd be doing like me

And it ain't so bad



What's my drug of choice?

Well, what have you got?

I don't go broke

And I do it a lot

Say, I do it a lot!

I do it a lot!

I do it a lot!

Say, I do it a lot