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Life Of GearThe ultimate highThe ultimate low Wasted veins Repetitive strains An habitual girlfriend Way past her prime Smack took her shine The veteran survivors still grind A show of emotion Devotion to addiction A life-style of evictions Partners through circumstances A circle of friends lends Friends to scam friends The meagre pale existence Wasted by dependence The daily pains The daily ungains Huddled together I saw them cry Many times When again Realisation struck What? Why? When? If? I'm so tired, fed up What if? When I? Why did? If I had? Thoughts that crossed Were continually lost Silent screams for help Denied by teenage angst Accelerated aging From the age of kicks Stuck in a past Which forever seems to last Chemical utopia Eliminates fears, eliminates pain No tears, no thoughts No more, nothing The hunt for gear Budgeted recut of the score Sold off on the chance To provide for even more Another violent chase to face Relief on return to base Syringe, spoon and cotton Another shot to neverland chase Stupor phase all is forgotten All is forgotten, all is perfect Free but legless The half hour stupor recovery Rough throated and dazed Over-happy, peace on earth Over-hippy, love you all Strolling in the downpours The freak Fred Astaire Singing in the rain With brolly and cosmic fare Vomiting extreme High power splutters in between Cleanly executed The pace remains the same Undisturbed He's still singing in the rain |