What came first The drugs, or the pain? Why do I attract The grotesque and profane?  This kind of thinking Drives me insane So I do more drugs  And I’m confused again.  What came first The vanity, or fame? Sometimes life feels  Like some kind of sick game! She comes on stage  And we chant her name But when she makes a mistake We shower her with shame.  What came first The rules, or the game? As far as I’m concerned They’re just one in the same. Everything we do  Is for personal gain. Nobody wants to know  The person they hurt’s name.  What came first The strong, or the lame? The people in charge Just want us to be tame. Well I don’t care About drugs, or fame And I REFUSE  To play your game!