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