All the Drugs - Rilo Kiley

All the drugs make you stupid

Paranoid and ruthless

But now you’re finally clean

You’ve been strip-searched and rung up

Like lights that were strung up

The drugs who’ve got nothing on me

And you say, stupid I was

And stupid I’ll be

Waiting for my beating to come

It’s going to be a scorcher

About a hundred degrees

It’s burning up your luck it seems

You take creamer in your coffee

At the end of the counter

The free refills keep coming

And the parody of prophets lie

Not to save you

You struck out so you strike them down

And you say, stupid I was

And stupid I’ll be

Waiting for my beating to come

And you say la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la

But the drugs have got nothing on me

Hiding out in dens

Smoking cigarettes

Playing with the wedding band

You’re still losing your mind

It’s not something that you’ll find

In your pocket or on the courthouse steps

And you say, stupid I was

And stupid I’ll be

Waiting for my beating to come

And you say, stupid I was

And stupid I’ll be

But the drugs have got nothing on me

La la la la, la la la la

But the drugs have got nothing on me

But the drugs have got nothing on me