Some Sunday morning see you Picking up the fine Ticking down the last time Before the credits run A traffic is a moving ...moving awful slow To the sound of you complaining We got nowhere left to go
You need the drugs to make the stars come down You need the drugs to make you shine You need the pills to take you home again Don't be so ladida, so ladida You need the drugs
You need the drugs to make the stars come down You need the drugs to make you shine You need the pills to take you home again Don't be so ladida, so ladida
You need the drugs
All of your tomorrows are a dream I never had Everything is broken, everything unsaid But I see all your shadows running Circles at my feet And you're making all the promises that No one never keeps
You need the drugs to make the stars come down You need the drugs to make you shine You need the pills to take you home again Don't be so ladida, so ladida You need the drugs.