Champagne and valium - half-hearted kisses;
Lord, won't you tell me
what kind of breakfast this is.
God said, cool it, boy, you've sure got a nerve..
You've already had much more than you deserve.
Shut your mouth, and go home, boy.. .
Looks like I'm leaving, leaving again;
Same old ticket, babe, same old train.
No destination, but who ever knows
Just where it is that anyone goes..
Tell me where they all go to.
Oh, doctor, doctor, can you feel my pain?
Doctor said, "Shit man, not you again!"
Just how many times do I have to explain:
There ain't no medicine
That