Can't Get Any Worse

Mumma told me "don't let it get to" - shit don't sink But it's too late bullet - in the pills in my drink Walk around the town with price on my head shotting Got it on the mink Why do I not just... Children's music Mumma told me "Don't let it get to your head" But it's too late Bullet in the pistol, dead Walk around the town with a price on my head Shotting white That's not me, that's my friends I'm in the slums, no food Pocket money lasts two days Tin foil wrap on the bud, give me toothache I don't think that it can get any worse, I said I don't think that it can get any worse, I said Loose fire, now I'm running through the street What I'd be if I wasn't little me Probably laying in a ditch cos' I had itches that I need And I couldn't find a little bag of tree And now she want a face lift Face it Pull up and get wasted Called the plug an hour ago, he time wasting Rain, every shower ain't gold So why wait then? My mind's like a train but stopped at the wrong station I don't think that it can get any worse, I said I don't think that it can get any worse, I said High tide, I pray my ship don't sink Flying high, what's the pills in my drink? 3AM, bunch of puke in my sink I got it on the mink Why do I not just think? (But) I don't think that it can get any worse, I said I don't think that it can get any worse, I said I don't think that it can get any worse, I said I don't think that it can get any worse, I said