Lyrics Sick of Drugs - The Wildhearts

Sick of Drugs

Waking up with an 8.2
When it seemed like the easiest thing to do
When someone said «here's one for you!»
Mouth’s so dried and I just spit ash
In a hole in my pocket full of wasted cash
But it’s all right it was just bad stash
«jump inside» he said, (I tried/I'll try), «I never met a junkie that I didn’t
like» said he
And who am I to disagree?
(oh,) how can you stay when you’re 60 million miles away?
How can you fly when you’re (home) free?
And (/oh) how can you feel when your mind’s made up like a will of steel?
How can you deal in your tree?
Sick of ecstasy
Kicked in bad and you got too low
To be down in a company you don’t know
Said 'come on in got a right good blow'
Yeah, talking, talking the whole world’s clear
Until a guy with a goatee got a touch of fear
Which went round the room like diahorea
Bored with this, I’m bored with that
I’m stuck in bed alone with a-you know what
No rest, with a heart beating outta your chest
Sick of LSD
Sick of drugs are we