Stuck Like Chuck - Crease

I’m sick, I need help.

A Fungi to be with.

Pills are good or so you say.

Repugnant is the word I use.

I like you for no good reason.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck,

And I’m so Fucked Up.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck.

Yes have some, what do you care?

I’m sick of being sick.

I’ve woken up on this floor before,

I know exactly where I am.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck,

And I’m so Fucked Up.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck,

And I’m so Fucked Up.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck.

You open filters, let your mind expand.

What rolls through your heart,

Was once in your hand.

The tribe is alive for one last hurrah,

All you can say is sure.

And my eyes are disguised in the back of my head

M.D.M.A., you’re so damn cool.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck,

And I’m so Fucked Up.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck,

And I’m so Fucked Up.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck.

You open filters, let your mind expand.

What rolls through your heart,

Was once in your hand.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck,

And I’m so Fucked Up.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck.

I’m Stuck Like Chuck,

And I’m so Fucked Up.

And I’m Stuck Like Chuck!