The Medicine - Themselves, Slug

Blame it on the medicine…

Take no prisoners

Minnesota winter ghost to Christmas

Wrote it printed in an open wish list

Blow a kiss and don’t show your business

Past the deadline

Bread the enzymes

Capture the outline

If their heads bind I

Guess it’s bout time

Get of the get mine

And make this crowd climb

Grab grenades with your

Coke spoon pin and your plastic face

The cavalcades ass will have to wait

Cause all that happy ever after Was the last decade

The golden days of, control the stage

And now they hold they face

The soldiers came home from home invade

And the old brigade just got old and grey

When life was younger, dive the dumpster to survive the suffer

Dead in the gutter, surprise the buzzards

Now you wanna front like you a violent fucker

Bent from the pressure, entered the effort

Went for the adventure

Left over pepper burns forever

Render the measures then return to sender

Skulls hype and burning mics

It gets no better, no it gets no better

The feel is kids turn out the lights

Cause I hate half steppers and I ain’t your Shepard

Bust your rhymes

While I bust your fact