Butters - To the tune of Sound Of Silence (Disturbed Version)
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to snort with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Of my bank balance quickly decreasing
And the charlie that was planted in my brain
Still remains
I love the feel of cocaine
In lonely time’s I’d snort alone
Charlie my choice of companion
‘Neath the blanket of a cocaine high
I set a line and kiss sobriety bye
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a police light
That split the night
It’s the outcome of cocaine
And in the naked light I saw
Wanderers showed me the door
A little Charlie never hurt no-one
T’was Mad Monday I’m not the only one
Did the cops ever check the pockets of Bullut
I figured not
The true price of cocaine
Fools, said I, you’ll be sorry
I’ll go sign with the Glory
I’ll come back and score a screamer
I dreamed of moving back to Osaka
But my Coke, habit screwed all that
Raging within the grip of cocaine
And then Butters bowed and prayed
To the Phoenix god we’ve made
And then Rudan set out his warning
About the habit that I was forming
And to sign said the contract you’ll be cut if you do any Speed Balls
In bathroom stalls
Which ended my love of Cocaine