Finished with the witch I grabbed my spoon
I felt the prick and was caught in a swoon
I saw the reflection of a flea before I was lost
And if there is a fly I have been double crossed
I awoke and found myself tied to rusty bed springs
Insanely I laughed as the flea revealed his sting
The fly finally spoke and asked how I had slept
Good and can I have a smoke before the next step
Soon my eyes would open and I would have the power
But still no victor could be crowned in this dark hour
Digging through my belongings the fly obliged me
And then explained how electricity shall set me free
Pain would allow them to have the wand and my death
But the fly didn't know my smoke was saturated in meth
As the Mexicans German threw the switch I wept
But soon I would have all of my wits and and my pep
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