Sick of Drugs

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 dried and I just spit ash in a hole in my pocket full of wasted cash but it's all right it was just bad stash "jump inside" he said, [I tried/I'll try], "I never met a junkie that I didn't like" said he and who am I to disagree? {sometimes "I think I'm gonna disagree" live, apparently} CHORUS: (oh,) how can you stay when you're 60 million miles away? how can you fly when you're (home) free? and(/oh) 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 got a right good blow' yeah, talking, talking the whole world's clear until a guy with a goatee got a touch of fear which went round the room like diahorea bored with this, I'm bored with that I'm stuck in bed alone with a-you know what no rest, with a heart beating outta your chest CHORUS sick of LSD CHORUS (x2) sick of drugs are we