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What’s that you say, ain’t you heard the news?

Got a fist full of pills and an ocean of blues.

I can’t fight back, but I get to choose

Lose a handful of hair, keep a five fingered bruise

And I’ll give it up, my teeth, my shoes

You can’t feel any pain when there’s nothing to lose

My conscience is wrecked, broken in two

Time to cut and run, this train is long overdue

Stop the bargains, your “can’s” and your “do’s”

And stop with your crying, this thing ain’t about you

Don’t ride this ship, can’t count on the crew
And there ain’t no life boats on this ocean of blues

I don’t need to talk, don’t want no booze

Got a fistful of pills for my ocean of blues