All the Drugs 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
And you say, 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 And 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
And you say la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la But the drugs have got nothing on me
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
And you say, stupid I was And stupid I'll be Waiting for my beating to come And you say, stupid I was And stupid I'll be But the drugs have got nothing on me
La la la la, la la la la But the drugs have got nothing on me But the drugs have got nothing on me