What Goes Down Must Come Up

What goes down must come up
in the most disgusting way,
This robs all our left over dignity,
As I roll around in the gutter
just laughing, just crying
at the insanity of this disease.

What goes down must come up
in the most terrifying way,
This robs all our left over spirit,
As I roll through another alley
just laughing, just crying
at the insanity of this disease.

What goes down must come up
through the throat
and off the tongue,
Legs in an embrace,
such a sick picture.

What goes down must come up
in the most horrible way,
This robs all our everything,
As I stop rolling – a standstill
just laughing, just crying
at the insanity of this disease,

What goes down must come up
and this disease will ease
or I will die by my own hand,
What goes down must come up
and this disease must ease
or I will surely die alone.