From the recording Sugar On The Floor
Prayed until my hands were clean
but he's gone it's just like a dream that i want to remember
bathed until my fingers wept and I crave that things will get will get better
way down chemical road when morale gets low we just take another smoke
we don't say no
no we don't say no
we live down chemical road morale gets low, it's all in your head
And we may get our feelings hurt
but when we get off from work
We get as high as power lines
we keep our nose to grindstone
it's not as desperate as it seems
no that's the way we like it
way down chemical road when morale gets low we just take another smoke
no we don't say no
we live down chemical road morale gets low, it's all in your head
so we get high 'cause we get low
we think it's high time somebody said so
it's a brown paper sack
a memory you never get back
it's a brown paper sack
a memory you never get back
(Ch)