Relax... This Won't Hurt

(Hunter S. Thompson)
Don't think about
How it will work
You're not the last
But you were the first
To steal the show
And write the verse
Sit back, relax
Cause this won't hurt
Strange dreams, bad ways
If you're headed down
Pick up a bottle
And we'll drink until we figure out
How a man so mad
Could mesmerize and captivate
The minds of youth and age
And end it with and awful bang
And am I to think
He'd end it all so callously
Well of course he would
He owned the word depravity
No more games
No more bombs
No more walking
No more fun
No more swimming
Sixty-seven
Grab your guns and...
Don't think about
How it will work
You're not the last
But you were the first
To steal the show
And write the verse
Sit back, relax
Cause this won't hurt
Oh, it makes perfect sense
Complete control until the end
Too fueled by drugs and boozed
To think about the consequence
I strain to think
If he were still alive today
What would he say
To put these bastards in their place
No more lies
No more cameras
No more spies
No more war
Eyes deceived by politicians
Dressed as whores
No more games
No more bombs
No more walking
No more fun
No more swimming
Sixty-seven
Grab your guns and...
Don't think about
How it will work
You're not the last
But you were the first
To steal the show
And write the verse
Sit back, relax
Cause this won't hurt
(Hunter S. Thompson)
Don't think about
How it will work
You're not the last
But you were the first
To steal the show
And write the verse
Sit back, relax
(Cause this won't)
Sit back, relax
(Cause this won't)
Sit back, relax
(Cause this won't)
Sit back, relax
(Cause this won't)
Sit back, relax
Cause this won't...