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Published on May 8, 2010
Words/Music by D. Hiam
The things I've done to ease my pain Is like a BandAid on a severed vein I've fanned the fire to feed the flames Got my self burned, and then complained You can strain your brain, but the truth is plain You can't stay sane on booze and cocaine
I've cried like rain to wash away the stain And watched my losses wash down the drain I've tried in vain just to maintain The truth is proof, and here's a grain You can blame the game,or change the name But that old chain of pain remains the same
I've gotten high with low-life dealers and I've taken rides with real-life killers I've been had by scammers and cheaters I once got stabbed by a mean mistreater One truth I've found - when the Wheel spins 'round It's not all up, and it's not all down
The things I've done to ease my pain is like a BandAid on a severed vein My shame became my claim to fame I sold my soul for pocket change You can strain your brain, but the truth is plain You can't stay sane on booze and cocaine