Now whyd ya have to go and ruin it for the rest of us?
Had to go and ask the question didnt you ?
You roll your own you share the load, you pa** it round and hit the road
But you dont seem to notice when the night is through
You say youve got a decent right to blow your golden horn so loud
But brother do you see or care when the room starts clearing out? Youre getting high
And I cant look you in the eye
Youre getting high
On your own supply, that aint right Now when I told you come out of the rain
I didnt say Id tell the truth all the time
I cooked you up a pretty line I got you drunk on Bukowskis wine
I think that dope might be too good for you
I thought youd listen if I said
Youve had too much now go to bed
How could it go straight to your head?
You oughtta give it all a rest, but instead Youre getting high
And I cant look you in the eye
Youre getting high
On your own supply, that aint right Now Im no different than the rest just look around theyre not impressed
But I didnt have to point that out to you
A little toke goes up in smoke sometimes you never get the joke
But I try to laugh at the ugly truth Im getting, youre getting, someones getting high
And I cant look you in the eye
Youre getting high
On your own supply