(Choreboy/Phil Owen)
Out of my mind for 14 days
People tell me that I must be crazed
White line fever, I can’t get no sleep
If you’re going to bury me, better bury me deep
They say it will kill me, but I ain’t dead yet
Look at me man, I ain’t dead yet
Turn you old before your time
Take a look at my face and read between the lines
Already been through two sets of teeth
Can’t think of nothing else I need
They say it will kill me, but I ain’t dead yet
Look at me man, I ain’t dead yet
Fading fast, but I don’t care
Wasting my time and losing my hair
I don’t care man, I love that stuff
Never ever-ever get enough
They say it will kill me, but I ain’t dead yet
Look at me man, I ain’t dead yet
I ain’t dead yet!
