Sick of Drugs

Sick of Drugs


waking up with an 8.2 when it seemed like the easiest thing to do when someone said "here's one for you!" mouth's so dried and I just spit ash in a hole in my pocket full of wasted cash but it's all right it was just bad stash "jump inside" he said, (I tried/I'll try), "I never met a junkie that I didn't like" said he and who am I to disagree? {sometimes "I think I'm gonna disagree" live, apparently} CHORUS: (oh,) how can you stay when you're 60 million miles away? how can you fly when you're (home) free? and(/oh) how can you feel when your mind's made up like a will of steel? how can you deal in your tree? sick of ecstasy kicked in bad and you got too low to be down in a company you don't know said 'come on in got a right good blow' yeah, talking, talking the whole world's clear until a guy with a goatee got a touch of fear which went round the room like diahorea bored with this, I'm bored with that I'm stuck in bed alone with a-you know what no rest, with a heart beating outta your chest CHORUS sick of LSD CHORUS (x2) sick of drugs are we

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