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All the drugs make you stupidParanoid and ruthlessBut now you're finally cleanYou've been strip-searchedAnd rung upLike lights that were strung upThe drugs who've got nothing on meAnd you say, stupid I wasAnd stupid I'll beWaiting for my beating to comeIt's going to be a scorcherAbout a hundred degreesIt's burning up your luck it seemsYou take creamer in your coffeeAt the end of the counterThe free refills keep comingAnd the parody of prophets lieNot to save youYou struck out so you strike them downAnd you say, stupid I wasAnd stupid I'll beWaiting for my beating to comeSongtexteAnd you say la, la, la la, la, la la, la, laBut the drugs have got nothing on meHiding out in densSmoking cigarettesPlaying with the wedding bandYou're still losing your mindIt's not something that you'll findIn your pocket or on the courthouse stepsAnd you say, stupid I wasAnd stupid I'll beWaiting for my beating to comeAnd you say, stupid I wasAnd stupid I'll beBut the drugs have got nothing on meLa la la la, la la la laBut the drugs have got nothing on meBut the drugs have got nothing on me Aus Songtexte Mania