There's a monkey on my back

Beating on my head

with tight, balled fists.

A monkey on my back,

pulling my hair

Thick clumps in tight, balled fists.

Monkey on my back

I can't shake this bastard off

I'm stooped all the way to the dirt.

Monkey on my back

Each day he's a little heavier

And each day I sink so much lower.

Monkey on my back

Now I'm biting on gritty dirt and

Blinking through blood.

Monkey on my back

I can hear my spine start to crack

Weight like concrete blocks stacked

In the ground now and I'm buried.