Oh, what a drag, living from a plastic bag
Oh, what a drag, breathing in the burning rag
Riding, flying in the blue
Shooting, killing, sirens too
Stretching, healing all come true
Looks like death except you lied. I have to prove
Oh, you're so satisfied. You don't care how many died
As the world spins and people die
There's debris and smoke-filled skies
Chained down, struggling, what's the use
Captured on a robot world so nixed and unexcused
Led by hatred and the news
So many rules and regulations or you lose
Oh, what a drag, breathing in a burning rag
The sky's filled with kerosene, the sunset rays are burning me
Turnin', tossin', cannot sleep
Feel the need of breeze on me
Begging, pleading at my door
Mad dog drooling on my floor
Stone-faced general filled with rage
As they throw a fast grenade!
My child screams of generals near
1971, and the war's still here
Oh, what a drag, breathing in the burning rag
Oh, what a drag, living in this plastic bag
Oh, you're so satisfied! You're the reason soldiers die
When you finally realize, it will be defeat that is the prize
Oh, Oh, what a drag
Oh, what a- What a drag
(ending is band members arguing and talking)
Bag Drag was written by Jim McCarty.
Bag Drag was produced by Geoffrey Haslam.