Waking up with an 8.2
When it seemed like the easiest thing to do
When someone said "here's one for you!"
Mouth's so dried and I just spit ash
In a hole in my pocket full of wasted cash
But it's all right it was just bad stash

"jump inside" he said, (I tried/I'll try), "I never met a junkie that I didn't like" said he
And who am I to disagree? {sometimes "I think I'm gonna disagree" live, apparently}

CHORUS:
(oh,) how can you stay when you're 60 million miles away?
How can you fly when you're (home) free?
And(/oh) how can you feel when your mind's made up like a will of steel?
How can you deal in your tree?

Sick of ecstasy

Kicked in bad and you got too low
To be down in a company you don't know
Said 'come on in got a right good blow'
Yeah, talking, talking the whole world's clear
Until a guy with a goatee got a touch of fear
Which went round the room like diahorea

Bored with this, I'm bored with that
I'm stuck in bed alone with a-you know what
No rest, with a heart beating outta your chest
CHORUS
Sick of LSD

CHORUS (x2)
Sick of drugs are we