Our house, in the middle of my trip...
Our house, in the middle of my slip...
I keep on trying to get clean...
Daddy’s hiding...
Momma’s crying...
My pusher’s here... he keeps supplying...
I remember when everything was fine...
We were a lovely family; the sun would shine...
I smoked some pot to find cloud nine...
......
Our house, in the middle of my trip...
Our house, in the middle of my slip...
I keep on trying to get clean...
Daddy’s hiding...
Momma’s crying...
My pusher’s here... he keeps supplying...
I remember when everything was fine...
We were a lovely family; the sun would shine...
I smoked some pot to find cloud nine...
......