See I thing drugs have done good things for us
I really do.
And if you don't believe that drugs have
Done good things for us, do me a favor.
Go home tonight, take all your albums,
All your tapes, all your cds and burn them.
Cause all the musicians that made that great music
That has enhanced your lives throught the years,
Real fucking high on drugs!
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide and
Comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up and wiping the
Webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In..Out..In..Out..In..Out
A child's rhyme stuck in my head
It said that life is but a dream
I've spent so many years in question
To find I've known this all along.
So good to see you
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?
