No Medication Songtext
von Cousteau

Patience, hasty
You′ll race off the taste of these precious times
A scattered thing won't pay you no mind

Tell me, slowly
They were the reasons that was the war
The kind of hurt don′t hurt you no more


'Cause it's easy, we′re leaving no feeling
Just remnants of revealing and fragments of the truth
And it′s alright if it's all run by crazies
It′s small consolation, there's no medication
For all of your blues

Hungry, thirsting
At a table that′s bursting a privileged hall
Impressive things don't take you no more

Loaded, shipwrecked
A cigarette, delicate like a lighted fuse
A sullen thing of furious ruse


′Cause it's easy, we're leaving no feeling
Just remnants of redeeming and fragments of the truth
And it′s alright if it′s all run by crazies
It's small consolation, there′s no medication
For all of your blues