Sick Of Drugs by The Wildhearts


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 dry and I just spit ash
In a hole in my pocket full of wasted cash
But that's alright it was just bad stash
Jump, inside, he said, I tried
"I never met a junkie that I didn't like"
Said he
And who am I to disagree?

How can you stay when you're 16 million miles away
How can you fly when you're home free
And 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 we've got a right good blow"
Talking talking the whole world's clear
Until the guy with the goatee got a touch of fear
Which went round the room like diarrhoea

I'm bored with this
I'm bored with that
I'm stuck in bed alone with a you know what
No rest
With your heart beating out of your chest

How can you stay when you're 16 million miles away
How can you fly when you're home free
How can you feel when your mind's made up like a will of steel
How can you deal in your tree
Sick of LSD

How can you stay when you're 16 million miles away
How can you fly when you're home free
How can you feel
When your mind's made up like a will of steel
How can you deal in your tree

How can you stay when you're 16 million miles away
How can you fly when you're home free
How can you feel
When your mind's made up like a will of steel
How can you deal in your tree
Sick of drugs are we