Strange Medicine - 485C

The sun will shine on us one day

When the senile minds of leaders rot and decay

Receipts for debts that we don’t owe

Are the sermons read while on death row

Well money for nothing ain’t such a crime

When you’re standing in line for your 5-figure worth fine

The pigs don’t cease to grab the gold

When all you’ve got’s the dirt they throw

They blame it on the good times

They blame it on the cheap wine

They blame it on the children

They say you can’t speak your mind

Threaten you with your life

Kill me, I’m already dying

They’ll dull your pleasures to manage their own

They’ll lash your back until you’ve licked clean their throne

But chains you’ve to love now leave you cold

The keys are next to the sniper ready to load

You’re the mangled grip that leaves me torn

You will kill, dead, people who say you are wrong

But I’d rather die standing (up) tall

Than live on my knees with nothing at all

They blame it on the good times

They blame it on the cheap wine

They blame it on the children

They say you can’t speak your mind

Threaten you with your life

Kill me, I’m already dying

They blame it on the good times

They blame it on the cheap wine

They blame it on the children

Threaten you with dark times

Say they’ll fuck up your life

Bitch, I’m already crying