All The Drugs

All the drugs make you stupid Paranoid and ruthless But now you're finally clean You've been strip-searched and rung up Like lights that were strung up The drugs who've got nothing on me The parody of prophets [?] As you aproach fighting [?] Stupid I was and stupid I'll be Waiting for my beating to come It's going to be a scorcher About a hundred degrees It's burning up your luck it seems You take creamer in your coffee At the end of the counter The free refills keep coming The parody of prophets lie Not to save you You struck out so you strike them down And you say, stupid I was and stupid I'll be Waiting for my beating to come (Stupid I was, stupid I'll be) (Waiting for my beating to come) Hiding out in dens Smoking cigarettes Playing with the wedding band You're still losing your mind It's not something that you'll find In your pocket or on the courthouse steps The system is not designed For people of our kind Nasty sun, closest eyes locked the sun Stupid I was and stupid I'll be Waiting for my beating to come Stupid I was and stupid I'll be Waiting for my day to come