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Rare Americans - Drugs Lyrics



Rare Americans - Drugs Lyrics
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It's the time of the year when you wonder, why anyone lives here
In the land of headlights, 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 f*ck"
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 'em
Like a-

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

Sing it with me

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
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'
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It's the time of the year when you wonder, why anyone lives here
In the land of headlights, 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 f*ck"
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 'em
Like a-

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

Sing it with me

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
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'
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Writer: Lubomir Ivan, Duran Ritz, Tim Randolph, Jared Priestner, James Priestner, Jan Cajka
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: Lubomir Ivan, Duran Ritz, Tim Randolph, Jared Priestner, James Priestner, Jan Cajka
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