My engine is blown
My balance is thrown
I pushed myself up the hill
And fell to the k**
I degenerate
Collapsed at my gate
I challenged my weakened knees
And fell to disease
The higher we climb the wall
The longer the fall
The decline, the defeat
The decay pickled me
Like a vinegar bath in a jar
Just like flies livin' off the sweetmeat
Have you met my dead friend, Swollen, the head?
Have I introduced you to my lung friend, The Flu?
But friends that won't leave
Steal the air you breathe
They eat up your final food
None left for you
With smiling friends like these
Who needs enemies
The decline, the defeat
The decay pickled me
Like a vinegar bath in a jar
Just like flies livin' off the sweetmeat
And more with every hour that came, I sank down
With smiling friends like these
There will be no peace
The decline, the defeat
The decay pickled me
Like a vinegar bath in a jar
Just like flies livin' off the sweetmeat
Oh, the sweetmeat
Just like flies livin' off the sweetmeat