She seems to be the queen of nicotine
Nothing should ever come in between
When she needs to get her fix
No backstabbers or hypocrites
The sparks will fly smoke will rise
Bloodshot veins become her eyes
The time is up and yours has come
To finally talk to her because shes done

He seems to be king of amphetamines
The drug lauriat of his industry
His ministry meets him down in the slums
Narcotic prescriptions toxic addictions
Still ignores sobriety and takes the drag
A nobody stoner is his very own tag
A housebroken outlaw pirate
A visionary but also a tyrant

Watch your words and what your saying girl
Youre the empress of this material world
Fell a yard short as i watch you stumble
Through last words imprudent mumble

She seems to be the head pin of ritalin
Drinks her own poison tea at the stench of ecstasy
Frail ovaries just another vigilante
Adulteress dropout that destroys the seed
Her iron rope killed the pope
Our lady crone is selling dope
Tasty puns all said and done
Convulsions from starring at the sun