Album: Blood-Rooted

Drug Me


(Words and music: Jello Biafra)
I don't want to think, give me balls, go with my friends
Can't come up with anything, my brain needs stimulation

Drug me, drug me, drug me, drug me

I'm so fucking tired, got it waiting for us, gotta stay
TV and girls, third world, make more to store

Drug me, drug me, drug me, look out

Drug me, with natural vitamin C
Drug me, with pharmaceutical speed
Drug me, with your sleeping pills
Drug me, with your crossword puzzles
Drug me, with your magazines
Drug me, with your fuck machines
All fake, fuck it away

Finally off to work, another potato-chip weekend
Go away, go away, leave me alone, can't see myself

Drug me, drug me, drug me, drug me