Months of living in a dreary haze Clouded thoughts, repetitious days It's come to be the only way that I know Now thanks to modern chemistry I feel the grinding of my teeth Like a jolt of electricity through my bones Gimmie the high test, fill 'er up No ifs, ands, whys, hows, or butts ... but (I'm) wired Melodic throbbing in my brain I hear it moving through my veins Sharp as the edge of Jack Torrence's ax Fuck this burning in my eyes Fuck this living just to survive Let's cut the shit, it's time to commence attack The tough refill when the going gets tough Fuck your 3pm cutoff (I'm) wired Kids are all hopped up and ready to go There'll be time for sleep when we're 6 below