To The Choir

Well I'm smokin' like a chimney
And I'm workin' like a mule
I've been spendin' all my money
On my druggin'
Like a fool

And I'm feelin' oh so weary
I've been feelin' oh so tired
You could speak to me of troubles
But you'd be preachin' to the choir
To the choir
To the choir

I've come to terms, I've got a problem
And that is one thing I know for sure
But when I really get to thinkin'
Well, I'd rather leave
My thoughts at the door

And I've been told that I'm unhealthy
That my circumstance is dire
You could speak to me of troubles
But you'd be preachin' to the choir
To the choir
To the choir

Well I can't help but to feel helpless
I am shackled to my vice
It's got its grip on my spirit
On my body, on my mind
Mary Jane, she is my friend
And of her I never tire
You could speak to me of troubles
But you'd be preachin' to the choir