The Dregs Lyrics
Car Bomb Times
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Angels or doctors I can’t afford
But I can pay to get fucked up when I get bored
Forty days and forty nights now I prayed to the lord
I think he said its high time I fell on my sword
I don’t know but I guess we got told
That we had better be pretty or we had better be bold
And it’s a spoonful of sugar says, It’s gonna be fine
Yeah, that kind of medicine will ruin our minds
Nothing like lost makes you want to be found
We can try to get home or we can try to gain ground
Tell me, baby, where have you been?
‘Cause I have been your lady since I don’t know when
And we are hardship bound but I think you will find
That I will still be your anchor if you’ll still be mine
Time’s running past like a thief in the rain
We can catalogue pleasure or we can catalogue pain
These are car bomb times, these are car bomb days
These are scared girl/boy rhymes, these are scared girl/boy ways