The Tweaker

"The Tweaker"
Song by Moistboyz
from the album Moistboyz III
Released	September 3, 2002
Length	3:15
Label	Ipecac Recordings

Title	The Tweaker
Artist	Moistboyz
Appears on	Moistboyz III
	Live Jihad

Lyrics

Man I'm so cold, it's 98 degrees

Think I saw some human heads growin' on the trees

Get a pair of pliers and pull out all my teeth

Never gonna need 'em if I'm never gonna eat

I'd really be excited if I thought that this would pass

Didn't have a wallet man I wouldn't have an ass

My girlfriend's on the floor, she's gurglin' from the mouth

That must be why I got these maggots crawlin' on the house

Not much of a sleeper

I am the tweaker

Now I'm pukin' up my balls they're fuzzy little stones

At least I'm not a hippie faggot smoking little bones

When the bag runs empty, satan helps me cop

Drinkin' up the draino to get back on top

If I don't get some fuel I think I'm gonna flip

I just ate a scorpion that stung me on the lip

Sometimes I get so tired, never been a sleeper

Life is just a side-effect cause I am the tweaker

I just ate my beeper

I am the tweaker

I'm chewing on my sneaker

I am the tweaker

Born in 1984 I think I'm still alive

These spots on my face and neck look like I'm 65

Snot bubbles in nose every time I start to cough

My shriveled dick fell on the floor while I was jerkin' off

My skin will start to burn if I turn on the lights

My dealer wants his money but I can't fuckin' fight

No sense in taking out the garbage leave it one the bed

Call and leave a message 'cuz tomorrow I'll be dead

Here comes the fuckin' reaper

I am the tweaker

Here comes the fuckin' reaper

I am the tweaker

I am the tweaker

I am the tweaker

I am the tweaker

I am the tweaker

I am the tweaker

Song Themes

A few years ago, a man tanked on speed and acid, cut off his son's head, and told the police that the "boy was Satan." Bad things happen on speed. Sure, the sex is good, for a while. The Strength is good, for a while. The delirium sets in, coupled with nausea, and blown out of control by the inability to sleep, shit, eat, or drink water. After six days, small blood vessels may start to burst, and bruises have a hard time healing. Your face will turn a strange gray color. Without medical treatment, or more speed, you will die. Eventually, after you have lost your teeth, your gums, hair and nasal cilia, the speed itself will kill you. Meth-amphetamine is powerful. Skinny dudes shouldn't snort speed. I should know. There are some out there in the cracks of the Southern California heat, that might eat your babies given the chance. Beware of the man with the green smile.