Drugs Are Bad
Go back to your corner, your secret little room
Where old dreams are replayed on silent, shitty film.
You tried to stay in, but you left it too soon
So return, sit and learn, swallow the pill.
Go back to the nights when you listened to your brain
as it sizzled and hummed like a frying pan.
When you cook with speed, sometimes you leave stains.
Look no further for proof than your own left hand.
Drugs are bad.
Drugs are bad.
Don't believe me?
Ask your dad.
Where old dreams are replayed on silent, shitty film.
You tried to stay in, but you left it too soon
So return, sit and learn, swallow the pill.
Go back to the nights when you listened to your brain
as it sizzled and hummed like a frying pan.
When you cook with speed, sometimes you leave stains.
Look no further for proof than your own left hand.
Drugs are bad.
Drugs are bad.
Don't believe me?
Ask your dad.