Hey acid-head, what's goin' on
It's Saturday night - you'll be up till dawn
So put on your make-up babe and shave those legs
Are you wearing your silk stockings tonight? How about a hat?
What's that white stuff sticking under your nose
Is it powder or is it pure coke
What's the matter you look so confused
I suppose it's all part of the drugs you use
Your lipsticks shinin red like blood
I can see paranoia creeping up your butt
You dance all night in your low cut dress,
your brain is buzzing your such a mess.
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Yes you're blowing up your mind
Hey acid-head, what's in your purse
Youve got so many pills you could be a nurse
And You drink too much you act like a pig
If I did all that I'd be feeling real sick
But the night is young and you're flying high
You dance with the devil, not affraid to die
You never say no when given a gram
White stuff - sniff it up you don't give a damn
You're all screwed up but you say that you're fine
Speed coke and Herowine are blowning your mind
You dance all night in your lowcut dress
Your brain is buzzin' you're such a mess