Nostalghia
Drug Lord
Drug lord
Skipping, tripping in the meadow
Watch the dust blind his fellows
Pow, pow goes his gun

Drug lord
He is a common misconception
No, he is in deception
There's always room for exception
He says

Lie to me, lie to me
Psilocybin
Poison me, poison me
Give it to me
Now to me, now to me
I'm running out of time

Drug lord
Fumbling, stumbling over bodies
He is the king of the alley
Come, come here, you're my son

Drug lord
He will sway you in the evening
And he'll wink whеn he's leaving
You'll be too busy bleeding
Hе says
Lie to me, lie to me
Psilocybin
Poison me, poison me
Give it to me
Now to me, now to me
I'm running out of time

Time, time, time
Time, time, time
Time, time, time
Time, time, time
Time, time, time
Time, time, time
Time, time, time
Time, time, time
Time
Time
Time
Time
Time