Drugs

Rare Americans

Compositor: Rare Americans

The time of the year when you wonder, why anyone lives here
In the land of headlight

Craigs wakes up like any other deer
Takes a look around

Checks if the coast is clear
Swallows a handful, compartment in the mirror

Succumbed to the bitterness, feeling sick as Varg Vikernes
Easier smokin', and he wore his gloves fingerless

Like any other morn, Craig adorned his jean jacket
Didn't see the storm, or what that Corey was packin'

You're curious about drugs
And then you try them

Men are not punished
For their sins but by 'em

Some days I just need 'em
Some days I just need 'em to feel somethin'
I just need 'em to feel something

Craig got himself into some heavy debt man
Habit outgrew Mom's disability checks and
Sammy told him: Monday at the latest you fat fuck
That shit made him push his luck, thought it was a bluff

Slogging to school, headphones on, he's jamming to The Damned
No way he knew that morning, what Sam had gone and planned
He was acting funny since he caught ol Abe and his mom
Bought him a couple CD's, High Standard and Frienzal Rhonb

You're curious about drugs
And then you try them
Men are not punished
For their sins but by them

Some days I just need 'em
Some days I just need 'em to feel somethin'
I just need 'em to feel somethin'
I just need 'em to feel somethin'

Like a candle burning in the dead of the dark
It's pain that penetrates the heart
Like a candle burning in the dead of the dark
It's pain that penetrates the heart

Some days I just need 'em
Some days I just need 'em to feel somethin'
I just need 'em to feel somethin'
I just need 'em to feel somethin'