It's close to midnight, and I see something in the dark,
It's my cell mate, he's having a noisy toilet fart.
I try to tell him nicely, to shut his loud asshole up,
Then he gets really angry, and we start to have a ruck.
Coz it's a Largactil, Largactil shuffle night,
A look into your empty eyes, and all they see is blight.
Coz you wobble to the left, and you dribble to the right,
Your walking like a sloth and your head just don't feel right.
But when the shit wears off I'm angry, and all I want to do is fight,
The guard's shields all go up, it's my turn to knock em down just right.
Bowling is a skill, but with screws, it's a powder keg,
Try to get 3 down in one, then grab tight on 2 a nearby leg,
If you're lucky n get a strike, they all plead n start to beg,
Promise 2 let you go free, as long as u let go of their peg.
But then the doctor comes in ur pad and he says its medication time,
I know what he means, but I don't need more time.
So they strap me to the bed and they, pull that plunger out,
A pin so long and thick, its contents make u wanna shout.
The lovely blue liquid in the barrel is shinning like a light,
Then they shove it in my ass cheek and pump the contents in nice n tight.
Then I'm drooling like a mong, and I got no mood to move,
And the guards who I rattled earlier, r laughing 2 the groove.
Coz this is Largactil, a Largactil shuffle night,
I'm walking like a mong, and I got no mood to fight.
I'm wobbling to the left, and dribbling on my top,
I got hunger pains, n want this liquid cosh to stop.
I try 2 eat some toast, but most falls on the floor,
And I think about it hard, and I don't wanna be here no more.
Coz a liquid cosh is plight, but it'll see u through the night,
Then u wake up like a mong, and suffer double sight.
I want to walk in a straight line, but my bodies got no fight,
N then I suddenly realise, that they used this cosh just right.
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