Barenaked Ladies - War on Drugs

С альбома Everything to Everyone


Steven Page, Ed Robertson
Submitted by Kaejo19

War On Drugs

She likes to sleep with the radio on. So she can dream of
her favourite song. The one that no one has ever sung,
since she, was small. She'll never know that she made it
up. She had a soul and we ate it up. Thrown away like a
paper cup, the music falls.

The only flaw in her detailed plan. Was where she wins back
the love of her man. Everyone knows that he's never
coming back. He took her heart and she took his name.
He couldn't stand taking all the blame. He left her only
with guilt and shame, and then she cracked.

Won't it be dull, when we rid ourselves of all these demons
haunting us to keep us company?

In the dream I refuse to have. She falls asleep in a
lukewarm bath, We're left to deal with the aftermath
again. On behalf of humanity. I will fight for your sanity.
How profound such profanity can be.

Won't it be dull, when we rid ourselves of all these demons
haunting us to keep us company? Won't it be odd, to be
happy like we always thought we're supposed to feel. But
never seem to be?

Near where I live there's a viaduct. Where people jump
when they're out of luck. Raining down on the cars and
trucks below. They've put a net there to catch their fall.
Like that'll stop anyone at all. What they don't know is
when nature calls you go.

Won't it be dull, when we rid ourselves of all these demons
haunting us to keep us company?

Won't it be odd, to be
happy like we always thought we're supposed to feel. But
never seem to be?

They say that Jesus, and mental health. Are just for those
who can help themselves. What good is that when you
live in hell on earth? The very fear that makes you want
to die. Is just the same as what keeps you alive. It's way
more trouble than your suicide is worth.

Won't it be dull, when we rid ourselves of all these demons
haunting us to keep us company? Won't it be odd, to be
happy like we always thought we're supposed to feel. But
never seem to be?

Hard to admit I fought the war on drugs. My hands were
tied and the phone was bugged. Another died and the
world just shrugged it off.
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