Lyrics: Wildhearts. Geordie in Wonderland. Sick of Drugs.

waking up with an 8.2
when it seemed like the easiest thing to do
when someone said "here's one for you!"
mouth's so dried and I just spit ash
in a hole in my pocket full of wasted cash
but it's all right it was just bad stash

"jump inside" he said, [I tried/I'll try], "I never met a junkie that I didn't like" said he
and who am I to disagree? {sometimes "I think I'm gonna disagree" live, apparently}

CHORUS:
(oh,) how can you stay when you're 60 million miles away?
how can you fly when you're (home) free?
and(/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 ecstasy

kicked in bad and you got too low
to be down in a company you don't know

said 'come on in 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 diahorea

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 outta your chest

CHORUS
sick of LSD


CHORUS (x2)
sick of drugs are we