What you think of me is still a mystery
They tried to paint a picture of me
Now they pretend they are me
But won't set me free

No doctor can agree
What's truly wrong with me

I got poison on my lips, liquor in my veins
My body wrapped in chains, all that remains

Pain in my shoulders and chest
My body needs to rest

The bruises on my skin
Come from deep within

This disease has turned chronic
And the pills are just a tonic

This disease has turned chronic
And the pills are just a tonic

I got poison on my lips, liquor in my veins
My body wrapped in chains, all that remains

The doctor's words
Are always unsure--without a cure

Pain in my shoulders and chest
My body needs to rest

This disease has turned chronic
And the pills are just a tonic

This disease has turned chronic
And the pills are just a tonic