The People's Drug - John Wesley Harding

Got a stupid job, but it’s fair money

Got a brand new car but I can’t drive

I’ve got a sweetheart, I call her honey

And I’ve also got a wife

People say that they’re depressed

But they go out, they’re so well dressed

What is it that makes them feel that way?

Can’t get it in no drug store

No man’s an island, that’s for sure

And it looks like the world just ran out of things to say

So, give me some of the people’s drug

Give me some of the people’s drug

Whatever makes you feel that good

I’ll take it like I know I should

So, give me some of the people, people’s drug

Give me some of the people’s drug

Pick me up and take me to a movie

Give me an ending that I can understand

Sell me a rocking soundtrack, make it groovy

Give me backstage passes to the band

People always whine whine whine

Shut up and pay the fine fine fine

What’s the difference anyway

Beteween being safe and being rad

When the big joke is we’ve all been had

You won’t get to read the news in USA Today

God, it’s a whacky race we’re running

And I must atone for all my sins

God grant me some of what you’re giving

Heard you don’t need needles, don’t need pins

I’ll pay prescription where’s the bill

I thought it was a bitter pill

But what’s it matter what I feel

Take the dog and take the wife

Shoe me how to life the life

The price you people pay well it’s gotta be a steal