huckin up green gobs and livin on cough drops and sweating myself to sleep oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh orange juice and ear drops and antibiotics and generally just a wasting away oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh wanna go home or i can just lay down on the cold concrete kitchen floor man i hate this so i just can t shake it this is not something i could call my manager for fluid in my lungs spots on my goddamn tongue and i swear to god i can t breathe i can breathe oh god i can t breathe 