Married to Meth

Tired of scandolous women, in alcohol swimmin'
I thought it was time for a new thing
so I broke my piggy bank, bought a huge bag of crank and married methamphetamine.

To marry speed I dont need a pastor, preacher or religious type
no wedding rehersal or renting a tux just pick up that shiny crank pipe.

In my marriage evidence
shoot me dead presidents
cuz' crystal costs so much in this town
if you gave me gifts
the guests would steal the presents
speed freaks steal everything not bolted down.

No search for a bestman
pretty bridesmaids or father to give the bride away
no need for a caterer or elaborate buffet
cuz' speed freaks dont eat anyway.

No need for champagne or bouquets of roses
or limos with drivers to pay
when I marry speed I will probably succeed
in having my honeymoon and funeral the same day.
-Santacruz-