Red40

My hands are shanking and my head's feeling sick
The color's gone, I'm standing pale in the face
I don't want it, but I need that shit
Only red crumbs left, and they're all over the place

Doctor, help me see this madness through
I need relief from all these growing pains
I heard of something I can get from you
Give me the red, like the color that runs through my veins, yeah

No, no, it's never my fault
"You better own up to your problems," she said
"I got a vice that is stronger than malt
I need the Red40 now, or I'm better off dead," she said
She said

Come here, kid, let me help for a while
You're acting different, it's all gone to your head
I'll put you here with my shit in a pile
I got the lucky number 40 and the color of red
I said
I said
I said

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I said right now