The Treatment Songtext
von The I.L.Y’s

You wouldn′t want to over-live
Like a god who's sworn to over-give
My friend swear I have changed
Now that everyone has the same last name

No, push it on me slowly

Paper fools say yes, so true
That dream ain′t stop to diss
I'd love to live in a house like this

But no, force it on me, never fun
No, pullin' from the pile like a bro


This is a Christian song
When the light′s not on
Dirty hippies have a treatment
I can′t whistle with my tongue
I get satisfaction
I [?]

Back to back, we're so relaxed
It′s all shellaced, it's smiling stacks
In the shadow of a shine so small
This love appeared to get so tall

No, push it on me slowly

That mental, got the same initials
[?] miracle rental
No biggie, it′s just Tent City

But no, force it on me, never fun
No, pullin' from the pile like a bro


This is a Christian song
When the light′s not on
Dirty hippies have a treatment
[?] the statement
I get satisfaction
I [?]