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
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