The Wrong Stuff

On a frozen night in the countryside
 Topless drinking men defended their pride
 The concept of a good time taken to extremes
 Negligent games with a manly theme
 Nudist capers powered by grog
 Chainsaw dares, are you man enough to pull the plug?
 You have done something to your brain, you have made it high
 Why trust one drug above the other, that's politics right?
 You got hold of something strong and you put it in your head
 You sniffed or drank or shot it up, you ran a mile and shit the bed
 You're coming up the helter-skelter, look out above
 You never know enough's enough
 Escalation, taking a turn for the worse
 Self-decapitation, the only way to prove your worth
 You can scream and shout,
 But you got hold of the wrong stuff, you can't deny
 You're on the way out,
 Yes, no, maybe you got stupefied
 No matter if you're too poor to shite
 Get high as the proverbial, every single night
 It's a deadly buzz and you can't stop screaming
 You're chewing your own head and no, you're not dreaming
 Over the falls without ever leaving the room
 There's something unpleasant coming soon
 Robocop told you winners don't use drugs
 But now you've got the munchies for your own face- holy fuck!
 You're naked, roaring, drinking hand sanitizer from a boot
 Time to face the truth
 You've had a trouser accident and you're smearing tonight
 Something's just not right
 Sadly, you're no longer legit
 Hold on, something smells a bit like human shit
 You can scream and shout,
 But you got hold of the wrong stuff, you can't deny
 You're on the way out,
 Yes, no, maybe you got stupefied
 Look here, everybody does drugs from time to time
 But you, sir, have failed to keep this lesson top-of-mind