All The Drugs (Garage Band Demo)

All the drugs make you stupid
Paranoid and ruthless
But now you're finally clean
You've been strip-searched and rung up
Like lights that were strung up
The drugs who've got nothing on me

The parody of prophets [?]
As you aproach fighting [?]
Stupid I was and stupid I'll be
Waiting for my beating to come

It's going to be a scorcher
About a hundred degrees
It's burning up your luck it seems
You take creamer in your coffee
At the end of the counter
The free refills keep coming

The parody of prophets lie
Not to save you
You struck out so you strike them down
And you say, stupid I was and stupid I'll be
Waiting for my beating to come
(Stupid I was, stupid I'll be)
(Waiting for my beating to come)

Hiding out in dens
Smoking cigarettes
Playing with the wedding band
You're still losing your mind
It's not something that you'll find
In your pocket or on the courthouse steps

The system is not designed
For people of our kind
Nasty sun, closest eyes locked the sun

Stupid I was and stupid I'll be
Waiting for my beating to come
Stupid I was and stupid I'll be
Waiting for my day to come