Text: they might be giants. On The Drag.

Youre only happy when youre sad

Youre top fueled and youre bad

Parachute in your back pack and

Your knees under your chin

And your boyfriends getting mad

At all the time you waste

Trying to put your finger on it

The allure of st. marks place

On the drag, on the drag

Youre all waiting round for something

And its never coming back

On the drag, on the drag

Its a genuine disaster

And its come to make you king

On the drag

"i wont die until Im dead,"

Are the first words that he said

Dont try to interrupt him,

cause hes never gonna stop

And the time is standing still

With all this time to kill

And Im trying to walk away

From 1st avenue to a

On the drag, on the drag

Its a genuine disaster

And weve crowned him with his crown

On the drag, on the drag

Were all waiting round for something

And its never coming back

On the drag, on the drag

Were all waiting round for something

And its never coming back

On the drag, on the drag

Were all waiting for disaster

And we crowned him with his crown

On the drag