Soft Drugs (The)
Family Of Four
I need a new drug
That makes my hair braid quicker
My white blood cells thicker
That leaves me no choice
But to ruin my voice
With tar and tequila
Like a paperback stealer
Makin too much noise
And I down enough coffee and excedrin
By quarter to eleven
To freak a family of four
And I keep comin' back for more
Songtexte
I perfected my game
It's like a true religion
I'm just a carrier pigeon
With an over-dutch name
It's a perfect time
To let my mind decide
On the right direction
To fly this vision of mine
Yeah I can't say I won
But oh to make it right
But there's so many sins
We could resurrect tonight
And I down enough coffee and excedrin
By quarter to eleven
To freak a family of four
And I keep comin' back for more
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