I'm waking up,to ash and dust,
Mom is being a drunken bitch as usual,knocking things off tables and pouring bottle after bottle of whisky down her throat.
Rose and Frankie are cowering in the corner,pleading not to be beaten.
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust,
I stumble down to my bedroom,a bottle of Prozac in my hand. Time to say goodbye cuz squid's getting fried. I'm starting to feel giddy and dizzy at the fact I might die tonight. I'm happy.
I'm breathing in,the chemicals,
I tip the first three pills into my palm as sweat pours down my forehead,matting my hair.I tip them into my mouth. My arms weaken and my throat burns.I can tell it's working it's magic. I begin to laugh.
I'm breaking in,shaping up,
Frankie bursts into my bedroom.I tip back five more and vomit and spit run out of my mouth and down my chin and I begin to twitch violently. Frankie pushes on my chest,slaps my face and begins to cry.
Then checking out on the prison bus,
I tip back the rest of the bottle before Frankie could react to it. My stomach burns,my eyes water,I cough and vomit and my muscles seize up.I cackle like a witch and Frankie starts screaming as Rose and Mom burst into my bedroom. Mom screams and Rose runs away,covering her eyes and yelling 'Oh Alan,why?'
Whoa oh-oh,whoa-oh I'm,radioactive,radioactive,
Blood pours out of my mouth as I go into a severe seizure. My eyes roll back and I can't stop grinning like a clown.A sadistic, insane clown who's dying of drug overdose.
Whoa oh-oh,whoa-oh I'm,radioactive,radioactive...
Everything goes black.