The addict's mind is forever spinning, turning Bobbing, weaving, feinting, swerving Reason tries to land a punch, no chance The addict's mind can really dance
When Reason says in calm and measured tones That addiction can sink you, like a stone The addict's mind will skip away It doesn't want to hear that today
It cannot comprehend at all That the only time it has a ball Is after it has suffered misery After it has been frantically, desperately
Pining for some silly drug It just cannot see it is a mug Because it dodges with expert skill Each time Reason comes in for the kill