Teksty: Weatherbox. American Art. The Drugs.

I was born again in a foreign place
with my pupils wide and my friends onstage.
It was a warmth I had not had the pleasure to face.
And when the music fades,
the kids could care less.
It's a mockery of the time we spent,
so I crept into a hole where I could rest.
You can paint me a junkie. It's quite alright.
I've got all the drugs in the world.
I was bound and gagged and held to the flames
and you expect me to try to entertain
this curtain of humans, who always knew my name.
So I wrote new songs and we danced for nights
and we smoked it all til the bag was dry.
I part the doors and creep back into the light.
You can paint me a junkie. It's quite alright.
I've got all the drugs in the world.
You can have me any way you want me.
My body is yours.
I've got all the love in the world