The Provoker

You only live in reality if you have the right mentality
Thanks to all that shit you smoke
And all the visits to Palmetto
When your sober you think
Son Of a Bitch Everything's Real
But you don't want to feel
Poppin' pills with broken seals
Because every night you feel like crying
Dreaming on acid trips when heroines got you lying on your back
Hearing things you can't explain
Seeing things you can't believe
Like God's calling your name
Or the dead crawling to your feet

You get broker and broker
I am...I am the Provoker

You walk the streets at night if it's rocks, ex, powder or decks you gotta find
And all the creatures you see the most
Stepping on your heels
Following you close
Laughing every step you trip
But you give the bastards the slip
Just long enough to get your dealer, your healer,
Your miracle makers latest shit
You buy'em out because tonight you feel like dying

You get broker and broker
I am...I am the Provoker