Soma Songtext
von Tuxedomoon
Soma Songtext
Thy will be done in heaven as it is on earth
Lynch mob, lie detector
Forced druggings, the third degree
A-bomb, a burn, a baby
Now there′s Soma the miracle drug
Soma the miracle drug, have you tried Soma?
The miracle drug, it's the turn of the century
No more lows, no doze, no nerves
Just an endless ride
No more sick, no more hell, no more confusion
Now there′s Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
The world's stable now
People are happy, they get what they want
And they never want what they can't get
They′re well off, they′re safe, they're never ill
They′re not afraid of death
They're blissfully ignorant of passion and old age
They play with no mothers or fathers
They′ve got no wives or children or loves
To feel strongly about
They're so well conditioned
That they practically can′t help
Behaving as they ought to behave
And if anything goes wrong
There's Soma, there's always Soma, delicious Soma
Half a gram for a half holiday, a gram for a weekend
Two grams for a trip to the glorious east
Three for a dark eternity on the moon
(Soma, Soma)
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
No more lows, no doze, no nerves
Just an endless ride
No more sick, no more hell, no more confusion
Now there′s Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Lynch mob, lie detector
Forced druggings, the third degree
A-bomb, a burn, a baby
Now there′s Soma the miracle drug
Soma the miracle drug, have you tried Soma?
The miracle drug, it's the turn of the century
No more lows, no doze, no nerves
Just an endless ride
No more sick, no more hell, no more confusion
Now there′s Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
The world's stable now
People are happy, they get what they want
And they never want what they can't get
They′re well off, they′re safe, they're never ill
They′re not afraid of death
They're blissfully ignorant of passion and old age
They play with no mothers or fathers
They′ve got no wives or children or loves
To feel strongly about
They're so well conditioned
That they practically can′t help
Behaving as they ought to behave
And if anything goes wrong
There's Soma, there's always Soma, delicious Soma
Half a gram for a half holiday, a gram for a weekend
Two grams for a trip to the glorious east
Three for a dark eternity on the moon
(Soma, Soma)
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
No more lows, no doze, no nerves
Just an endless ride
No more sick, no more hell, no more confusion
Now there′s Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Soma, Soma
Writer(s): Steven Brown, Peter Principle, Luc Van Lieshout, Winston Tong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com