Lyrics:

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