Feel much better on hashish or efedrine Feel much better when I’m smoking a lot Feel much better on acid or mescaline Feel much better though somebody’s not In their kitchens and ballrooms and boardrooms and chairs They’d have to pop up to the ceiling for someone to get high
Everybody wants to know, everybody’s singing If you really need to know, everybody cry Everybody wants to know, everybody’s singing ’why? ’ Lord try and suffer this hole, try
Feel much better on meths or on windowlene Feel much better when I’ve had my line Feel much better on amil or ketamine Feel much better though somebody’s not
When they’re hepped up and paranoid with lithium lights they’ll have to drop an ebeneezer to get a first class flight, now
Everybody wants to know, everybody’s singing If you really need to know, everybody cry Everybody wants to know everybiody singing why Lord try and suffer this hole try
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Feel much better on night nurse, amphetimine Prozac is better, viagra I got Feel much better, paractemol, a codeine Feel much better, on heat, I get hot
With wine gums and diesel, pot noodle or fries I’d rather die from emphezima than learn to just get by, and
Everybody wants to know, everybody’s singing If you really need to know, everybody cry Everybody wants to know everybiody singing why Lord try and suffer in this, try
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