Slow And Stoned / Method Of Yonash de Acid Drinkers

You're calling me late at night
Spasmodically breathing
You whisper to my tired Ear
An Unintillegible message
Slow!
Stone it!
F... it!
Don't creep like a pig!
You read me your last will
While you're sleeping
Your gabble is maybe charming me
But can't you see
You're drowning I tell you
You must go to bed
I don't know what I know
And I don't call a medicine man
I should know that you drown!