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