Drugs With Friends Songtext
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Drugs With Friends Songtext
One, two, three, four
I get to know myself every weekend and I′m weak
Hangovers feel good when I know it's the last one
Then I feel so good that I have another one
Last Friday I took acid and mushrooms
I did not transcend, I felt like a walking piece of shit
In a stupid looking jacket
So I walked around town and felt like I was in Sodom
There were filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies
It was so obscene
Filled with loathing and religious fervor
I laid on my friend′s bedroom floor for an hour
And tried not to piss my pants
And then I saw Jesus
And he said
"Who are you, to go against the word of my father?"
"And who are you? The scum of the earth"
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
Oh we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
There were people getting drunk, there were people getting high
They were falling to pieces right before my eyes
And I said "Mhm" a lot
And there was one guy there who kept asking me
How does it feel?
And I didn't even know how to begin to answer that question
So I just said I don't want to talk about it
So there I was, just another shitbag civilian
Afraid of the cops when I was outside
And afraid of my friends when I was inside
And I grew tired of the scene
And then my dad showed up
And all my friends sang along and he said
"Who are you, to go against the word of our fathers?"
Then he goes, "Who are you? The scum of the earth"
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
No we are just, we are just victims
Victims of the contemporary style
We are just, we are just, we are just
We are just going along with the modern style
Now so everybody these days
I swear, it seems like everybody these days
Is going along with the modern style
I′ve seen it in the streets
And I might do it, and it goes
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better than friends
Are better than drugs
Are better than friends
Are better than drugs
Drugs are better than friends (One thing they′re better with)
Are better than drugs (One thing they're better with)
Are better than friends (Honey they′re better with, honey they're better with)
Are better than—
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Thank you, here′s another one
I get to know myself every weekend and I′m weak
Hangovers feel good when I know it's the last one
Then I feel so good that I have another one
Last Friday I took acid and mushrooms
I did not transcend, I felt like a walking piece of shit
In a stupid looking jacket
So I walked around town and felt like I was in Sodom
There were filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies
It was so obscene
Filled with loathing and religious fervor
I laid on my friend′s bedroom floor for an hour
And tried not to piss my pants
And then I saw Jesus
And he said
"Who are you, to go against the word of my father?"
"And who are you? The scum of the earth"
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
Oh we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
There were people getting drunk, there were people getting high
They were falling to pieces right before my eyes
And I said "Mhm" a lot
And there was one guy there who kept asking me
How does it feel?
And I didn't even know how to begin to answer that question
So I just said I don't want to talk about it
So there I was, just another shitbag civilian
Afraid of the cops when I was outside
And afraid of my friends when I was inside
And I grew tired of the scene
And then my dad showed up
And all my friends sang along and he said
"Who are you, to go against the word of our fathers?"
Then he goes, "Who are you? The scum of the earth"
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
No we are just, we are just victims
Victims of the contemporary style
We are just, we are just, we are just
We are just going along with the modern style
Now so everybody these days
I swear, it seems like everybody these days
Is going along with the modern style
I′ve seen it in the streets
And I might do it, and it goes
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better than friends
Are better than drugs
Are better than friends
Are better than drugs
Drugs are better than friends (One thing they′re better with)
Are better than drugs (One thing they're better with)
Are better than friends (Honey they′re better with, honey they're better with)
Are better than—
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Thank you, here′s another one
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