Alba s touto skladbou:
Fishing For Luckies II.,
Waking up with an eight point two
And it seemed like the easiest thing to do
When someone said: "Here's one for you!"
Mouth's so dry that I just spit ash
And a hole in my pocket full of wasted cash
But it's all right, it was just back stash
"Jump inside," he said, I tried
"I never met a junkie that I didn't like"
Said he and who am I to disagree?
Oh how can you stay
When you're sixty million miles away?
How can you fly when you're free?
And 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 with-a company you don't know
Said "Come on in, we 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 diarrhoea
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 out of your chest
Oh how can you stay
When you're sixty million miles away?
How can you fly when you're free?
And how can you feel
When your mind's made up like a will of steel?
How can you deal in your tree?
Sick of LSD
Oh how can you stay
When you're sixty million miles away?
How can you fly when you're free?
And how can you feel
When your mind's made up like a will of steel?
How can you deal in your tree?
Oh how can you stay
When you're sixty million miles away?
How can you fly when you're free?
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 drugs are we
