Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All the Drugs Do Nothing , by - Rob Sonic. Release date: 10.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All the Drugs Do Nothing |
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| Sorry we can’t market you |
| Back to bed next to ledge |
| The chia pet and garden tools |
| Dial a booze with ginger ale |
| Hollow rooms with missing mail |
| Thinking of machine and sipping lean cuisine with Christian Bale |
| Thinning herds pluck the wings |
| Edit it for younger things |
| Predators that gesture for your necklaces and onion rings |
| Restless nights on satin sill |
| Get it right or pass the bill |
| To the left what’s in the box your Mrs Marple wrapping films |
| Sad to skill cronies cold |
| Bobby bring them bowling bowls |
| Full of gin the wool is thin the wolf is in the tony hole |
| Only talk when spoken to |
| No one really noticed you |
| Sitting in electric chairs with weapons bared and open wounds |
| Show you through the roping as |
| You’re coasting through the great escape |
| Officer this gentleman just pretzel thinned your mayonnaise |
| Day to day, check to check |
| Let’s just get this money sty |
| Easter Egg your burglars |
| Your worshipers get money how |
| What he got magnificence |
| Culture clash a steamer truck |
| Bubble gum a couple ones and tickets to the breeder’s cup |
| Steal the stuff that’s in the soul |
| DT’s from the fender bends |
| Shake it like a Polaroid and throwing coins off Everest |
| Peppermint Patty got her fingers on his trigger now |
| Meta didn’t attract me, getting splashy till her tits were out |
| Buzzin' round the mountain with a pocket full of EpiPens |
| Plugged into the faithless as the ancients summoned Benny’s jet |
| Bennies, uppers, speed, downers, weed, speed, bennies, uppers |
| You can raise the bar |
| You can call the ball |
| You can make the moves or do nothing at all |
| You could be a part of a much greater cause |
| And then fake it till you make it till your paint is coming off |
| Blaffo biffo all the same |
| When the break starts taking you for all your eggs |
| And the tax man tell ya that you’re talking strange |
| And wanna know if you’re really on the Boston Braves |
| When the mighties are moved by the car you drive |
| And the pirates approve of your hall of crimes |
| And the eye of the tiger gets saucer sized |
| When wifey is all up in your decline |
| Mighty likely a crooked court |
| Start writing all for your book report |
| Crossing the states with a brick of Bjork |
| You can sniff till you’re stiff and your kicks are caught |
| Pictures poured over open ice |
| At the polls like bitch I just voted twice |
| Does it really even matter when the over riots |
| Go from proud to a fuckin clown overnight? |