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Lyrics: Dead Kennedys. Fresh Fruit For Rotten Vegetables. Drug Me.

Don?t want to think
Don?t make me care
I wanna melt in with the group
I need the balls to leap out of my shell

And let go with my friends
Can?t come up with anything I want to do
I need a project I can finish
My brain needs some stimulation

Drug me, drug me
Drug me, drug me
I?m so fucking tired
I gotta stay awake and get to work

I?m runnin? late
I gotta make it through the day
And make my time go by
TV and the stereo and girls are lots of fun

I want the max
I relate better loaded
Got to see the movie stoned

Drug me, drug me
Drug me, 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

With a fountain of fads
More rock and roll ads
Drug me, drug me
Drug me, me, me

Finally off of work
Unwind and watch the ball game at the bar
Another potato chip weekend
Is here at last

Go away, go away
Go away, go away
Go away, leave me alone
So I can?t see myself

Drug me, drug me
Drug me, drug me