Here come the old ones, sitting in on the dance i don't think that they are going to last I see that look upon your face and the way it moves you edge you closer only serves to make the way through
i know i've said some real foolish things about the way i've been the way that i feel about the shit that lies all around you and now i know none of this was ever real
i miss the medicine you administrate some self diagnosis before it gets too late and i am a man who's trying to find my way trapped by the words i am meant to say
you've got the weather the sun always shines i think you've got to leave it all behind you might give up if you only knew what was inside of you
i miss the medicine you administrate some self diagnosis before it gets too late and i am a man who's trying to find my way trapped by the words i am meant to say
and none told me life would be tough and getting a job just wasn't enough blood on your collar oh it gives you away struggle through night and day