Can you heal yourself? It's k**ing you, with your oxy-cotton blues. Your drink can numb your gun, But you're flaking at the seams You need relief. We're all addicts of something when we're strangers to pain but we're, we're sobering up, we're sobering up And We're aliens to everything in these frosted colored walls And we're, we're shaking it out, we're shaking it out And your spine is growing crooked but you're still the king of cool Don't surrender yet. And Your secrets illuminate The needle in your arm But Mike you are too young We're all addicts of something when we're strangers to pain but we're, we're sobering up, we're sobering up, And We're aliens to everything in these frosted color walls But we're, we're shaking it out, we're shaking it out And the ambulance has been phoned Your breath burned out The sirens moaning And the grey goose spit the flame The h**ns to blame left arm -- who shot you? you're an addict to everything when your a stranger to pain And you're not sobering up, not sobering up You're an alien to everyone in these dark covered walls and we cant shake it off, we can't shake it off Beneath the stone the bares your name, Your bodies in shambles.