Two-Head Dog

On my back I lay
So far no good
What did I do to deserve this
What you feed me
Poison intraveneously with a tube down my throat
I struggle
Arching, writhing, crying
On my back I lay
So far no good
What did I do to deserve this
Stereotaxic takes control
A sensor in my head
If is stay in this state
I’d rather be dead
I’m kicking the habit
I’m kicking the rabbit