Текст песни Meds - Idles

Jesus loves a trier
Call off the town crier
Clang that razor wire
And medicate, meditate, medicate

Hide your crescent bruise
Shine your nation′s shoes
Tie your owner's noose
And medicate, meditate, medicate

Class guilt got me here
Smash pills, feel no fear
I came in from the rear
To medicate, meditate, medicate

Drugs lost what I had found
Burnt friendships to the ground
Turn my frown upside down
And medicate, meditate, medicate

Adorn that house within
Lather baby skin
Alleviate your kin, now that′s what I call
Medication

Medication

Ornament is crime
Appreciate the wine
Your card has been declined
So medicate, meditate, medicate

Really nice, Bo, real nice
Yeah!

I'm crazy about my baby
But I'm crazier inside
I′ve got plenty who′d come and save me
But I choose to run and hide

I'm crazy about my baby
But I′m crazier inside
I've got plenty who′d come and save me
But I choose to run and hide

Draft the pedant's will
Embalm the shoes you fill
Only shoot to kill
Then meditate, medicate, meditate