The Bed Bugs - Prognosis Lyrics

You're the son of a common man
Glad it rained cuz ya weasled out
You're the son of a government
But you know that they bleed ya out

They came in last night, steppin 'round while you were away
Slippin' satellites in to hear what you're gonna say

Slip two colored pills down my throat
One was green and the other gold
Sinkin', pragmatic songs I wrote
Singin' paragraphs, lachrymose
Feel it rushin' in through my nose
Down my ankles and through my throat

They got me alright, air tight, lockin' away
All of the feelings that were reasons for me to medicate
They got me feelin fine, damn right, I didn't name
A single f*ckin' thing that ever really bothered me

Don't ya know that things like this can lead to a dark end
Don't ya know that things like this can lead to a dark end for you
Don't ya know that fiends like this can bleed your dark head
Don't ya know that scenes like this can keep, can keep, can keep you, keep you here
Keep you here

Solemnly would I write this note
Tilt my head back I lay and choke