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Text: Adam Green. Drugs.

There's a time that will come
When the kitchen is sunny and
There's just no other place I'd like to be
And everything's gone and
My finger is longer
I never want to come down again

I feel so lonely
I feel so lonely
I got cold last night
On a westbound train

I love the moonlight
That combs the prairies
I got cold last night
On a box car floor

Oh, my baby couldn't shame me that day
When my lady threw my drugs away
Hey, I almost thought she'd need me to know
I like drugs, I love them so
I like drugs, I like to linger in the alleyway
I like drugs, I like to hold them for a friend

And everything's gone and
My finger is longer
I never want to come down again

I like to do drugs, I like to have drugs
I like to hold a cigarette full of grass in my hand
Until one morning, that ugly morning
When the brat got stabbed and the cat got drugged

Oh, my baby couldn't shame me that day
When my lady threw my drugs away
Hey, I almost thought she'd need me to know
I like drugs, I love them so, I like drugs