Buzz Kill

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I can’t get high

Or should I say

Nothing gets me high

Anymore

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Alcohol helps me not care

But only for a few hours

I never feel anything good

I only feel numb

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Weed doesn’t do it either

It may help me get away for a while

But upon returning i find

The world hasn’t gone anywhere

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Stress pills are a complete joke

yeah they give me a lift

But only up to the Factory approved level

Slowly destroying the body

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The hard stuff

Screw that garbage

Even the wandering blind can see

A shovel helps dig six feet down

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The T.V

I don’t want enslavement

Babies who see it before they speak

Die of cancer on an assembly line

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Love?

Ahh, the reason Why

But i’ve never had trouble with Why

It’s How i can’t get my head around

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The wood shop sounds good

But the only reason i’m in there

Is because I can’t afford a contractor

So it’s really only more work

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The hobbies couldn’t do it either

The many hours & dollars of work

Over these past years

Add up to Zero success

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The days of celebration

Not even close

Either no one participates

Or i’m busy with someone’s problems

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Music is the closest so far

Mixed with an open road

Driving 85 mile per hour

Singing as loud as i want

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But that only lasts until some jackass

blocks the fast lane while passing a truck

doing the Factory approved speed limit

For what seems like rest of Time

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I don’t want my fire to be big

I don’t care if it warms anyone

I don’t need it to last forever

I just want it not to be pissed on

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It’s been put out so many times now

I can’t feel any heat

Even if there is plenty of tinder left

I’m having a hard time finding my flint

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