The New Pornographers - The End Of Medicine | Текст песни

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The angel cries "you bastard!" as we analyze the accent, so look out, you rock'n'rollers
Over forty million served and that's a record for the master, it stood forever after
So are we, are we, are we, are we facing the end of all, of all the drugs we're lacing with common sense and courtesy and other things we thought would be the end of us, but now they won't allow us our intentions
Oh the mother of invention, it's her pleasure to repeat with feeling
Are we, are we, are we, are we facing the end of all the medicine we're taking?
Somewhere in the system there's an open ended list of all the lies we tell unblinking, thinking, What could we be living?
Is it life or is it even in the realm of possibility? You see it when you're missing who you came to see
Is this thing even on and on and on? Are we, are we, are we, are we facing the end of all the medicine we're taking?

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