| Tell me again through which wormhole we slipped
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| Aided by ketamine, barbituates
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| Infinite pills and infinite alcohol
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| Guess we’re bout ready, let’s go through the list
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| Cotton balls left on the floor’s our first clue
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| So ether’s a culprit — our lips have turned blue
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| See, discarded whip-its. |
| What? |
| Sodium pentathol
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| Bottled up next to the needles we used
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| Lidocaine dulls all the pain
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| Xanax’ll calm all the thoughts in our brains
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| Drugs’ll all clean us but medicine stains
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| That’s why our prescription’s the same: «More and more»
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| Foreign dimensions again
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| But we’re back to reality friends
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| Boring’s the best that we’ve been
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| So let’s find a supply, take a mental vacation or ten
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| Let’s go through the list and we’ll see what we took
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| Heroin’s easy, needs barely a look
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| Methadone’s mixed in, barbituates too
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| Let’s dig a bit deeper and find something new
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| Foreign dimensions again
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| But we’re back to reality friends
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| Boring’s the best that we’ve been
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| So let’s find a supply, take a mental vacation or
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| (Ten) Are we dead?
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| (Nine) I feel fine
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| (Eight) I feel great
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| (Seven) Is this heaven?
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| (Six) Here’s the list
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| (Five) So let’s dive
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| (Four) Give me more
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| 3−2-1 who cares? |
| Gimme gimme gimme
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| Foreign dimensions again
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| But we’re back to reality friends
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| Boring’s the best that we’ve been
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| So let’s find a supply, take a mental vacation or ten |