padded walls and taped to chairs

When you're brain senses something's wrong your whole body knows it. Once those sense receptors patrolling your skin cells pick up an upset on their radar -- a chill in the wind, a prick of a needle, shit common or radioactive -- those little rascals heave pedal to medal, racing through blood stream and nerves to command central at the brain and start snitching. Hammer to the knee and the foot kicks. Hammer to the chest and the breath heaves. Hammer to the head enough times and the body knows well enough to die. As long as your senses are in proper order nature can't get away with anything. Nature acts and the brain knows. The brain's big brother man no keeping nothing from him.

Senses in improper order, though, that's another story. Rub a little of that magic ointment before you stick that needle in you don't feel a thing. Doesn't matter how fat that sticker is. Smoke a bit of this drink a bit of that man nature can sock you in the gut the face and defecate in your ear and the only way you know is the next morning when you got some bruises and some shit stinking up dripping down the side of your face.

When I got the teeth removed I was like pssh painkiller whatever do I look like Jack Shepherd Mr. Oxycodone no sir I can beat this by my lonesome just hand me the ice pack and the pillows baby I'll sleep this sucker off.

Nature's big brother baby no keeping nothing from him. I kept waking up in the middle of the night the afternoon the morning jaw aching brain pounding and the prescription just kept getting better looking. No beer goggles on but this girl's getting cuter by the minute and daddy's not thinking straight. Drunk of pain not Coor's. So I sidled up to little miss orange tube top, freed her from that stifling white bra, and daddy went to work.

I woke up the next morning and for once I was glad to see her still in bed with me, curled up, little miss pills. I whispered in her ear honey you set me free. The hurt you make it leave. Sometimes you make me sick but as long as I eat first we're good. You're so pretty you. Before you I couldn't sleep at night. I couldn't speak I'd be mad all the time. Before you nights and mornings and afternoons it was all headaches. Now the days are still blurry but at least it feels good.

Baby you got me hooked.