Sick of Drugs - The Wildhearts

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