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Doing E, doing speed, doing cocaineMix it with alcohol and go insaneIn the morning the edge of the knifeWhere the hell is the bright side of life?It's a farcical high for a few hoursThen you're blind and you can't see the bright flowersFor the light of a child and the gleeIf you splurge then the law you'll agreeTurns you into a shell of what you used to beAll the weeks you're living in a fantasyFantasise about the party to comeThen your day-life just doesn't seem funI'm not telling you how to do your thingI'm just laying down some facts about indulgingHow the shit going 'round can becomeYour controller, your dictator, your oneI'm giving it up I swear in the New Year..No more of that for me, you'll see...I'm going to be going straight I can't waitUntil this year is gone, party on..Coming down on the ground in a small houseYou're a man but you feel like a small mouseNot so long ago you felt like a kingSomeone give me psychiatrist a ringSongtexteWe'll have no bread and feel feckin' brain-deadAll alone in a room full of E-headsFeel so hollow and sickingly and worthlessThere's no cure in the mosques or the churchesI met strangers who barely six hours agoWere the best friends I thought I'd ever knowNow they're strangers again 'cos I'm downAnd I won't say 'hello' if I see them in town Aus Songtexte Mania