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
They say wear a veil over your head
They say your body will feed eyes to be fed
But girl you're gorgeous from head to toe
F*ck those grey bastards, your body is your own
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 f*ck up your life
Bitch, I'm already crying
485C - Strange Medicine Lyrics
485C - Strange Medicine Lyrics
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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
They say wear a veil over your head
They say your body will feed eyes to be fed
But girl you're gorgeous from head to toe
F*ck those grey bastards, your body is your own
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 f*ck up your life
Bitch, I'm already crying
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
They say wear a veil over your head
They say your body will feed eyes to be fed
But girl you're gorgeous from head to toe
F*ck those grey bastards, your body is your own
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 f*ck up your life
Bitch, I'm already crying
Writer: ADAM MAYM HUME
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Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network