Sweet Sweet Morphine by Ewan Cunningham Lyrics

I just want to complete the game
But now it's time that I found out that
We are all prisoners

Ninety years of age and still got my hair color
Maybe it's that I got a new look

But in my head it's only half past seven
Time for a dance

Poppin' pills and taking spills
Distressed calls for a rude grandchild who
Won't look at me

Can't decide if I need a drink or
If I just need a little bit more of that
Swee sweet morphine

But in my head it's only half past seven
Time for some more