Junkie

This is what I do when I am meant to be working.

I see an expression I like and get the wrong sorts of ideas, i.e. ones that rhyme but aren't actually useful for my project. (I also spend far too much time playing with the magnetic poetry on the fridge...)

This one was "oil addiction."

I'm trippin' again
Feel that rush in my veins
I'm addicted

But I don't wanna be high
No I don't wanna fly
So conflicted

My behaviour gives me cause for reflectin
I try to stick to green, all that other shit I'm rejectin
Even when I say I'm clean I know you're suspectin
And you're right, coz I never stopped injectin

Money into the economy
A fix will never come for free
Capitalist society
Bring your cash and follow me

I always want just one more hit
Pay for it with cash, eftpos or credit
I'll sell my body to fuel my fuel habit
Anything you want baby you can have it

When I say I need junk I don't mean drugs
I mean clothes and toys and gadgets and mugs
I'm on a speed high then I'm in my car
Feeling that rush as I drive so fucking fast