10. TV Yellow

Marijuana rolls out tonight
Alcohol floods his sight
In an hour he'll be alright

Load the tube and take a hit
Roll over and take a sip
In an hour he'll be okay

His television set is on

His stomach turns and blames
He's crouched over the drain
In an hour he'll be out cold

Knocked on the floor he lays
He's finally gotten away
In an hour he'll be up sore

He's been sick and stuck in his face
He's been sick and stuck with his name
And this time he's okay