Pills (Live At The Zepp)
Gonna tell the truth, the truth about you
Truth about you, you never been true
You ain't nothin', ain't got nothing to say
Shine a light on you, you fade away
Fade away
Gonna tell the truth, the truth about you
Truth about you, you never been true
You ain't nothin, ain't got nothing to say
Shine a light on you, you fade away
Fade away, boy
I woke up, still drunk
Throwin' up, pissin' blood
Sick guts, sore skin
Burned out, holed in
Fade away
Can't move, can't speak
Cracked head, can't sleep
Ripped up, ripped off
Can't crawl, can't walk
Fade away
Jet plane, blasts off
Jet plane, dive bombs
Bad seed, golden spleen
Bad blood, dead dreams
Fade away
Sick blood, holed skin, cracked guts, sore speak
Woke up, still drunk, growing up, pissing blood
Can't sleep, can't talk, can't walk, can't fuck
Bad seed, golden spleen, bad blood, dead dreams
Bad seed, golden spleen, bad blood, dead dreams
Say you're out to get me, you'll never catch me
You're psycho-parasitic, syphilitic
Sub-mosquito, sick libido, fucked up
You're a sick fuck, sick fuck
Sick fuck, sick fuck
Sick, sick fuck
Sick, sick fuck
Sick, sick fuck
Sick, sick fuck, yeah
Truth about you, you never been true
You ain't nothin', ain't got nothing to say
Shine a light on you, you fade away
Fade away
Gonna tell the truth, the truth about you
Truth about you, you never been true
You ain't nothin, ain't got nothing to say
Shine a light on you, you fade away
Fade away, boy
I woke up, still drunk
Throwin' up, pissin' blood
Sick guts, sore skin
Burned out, holed in
Fade away
Can't move, can't speak
Cracked head, can't sleep
Ripped up, ripped off
Can't crawl, can't walk
Fade away
Jet plane, blasts off
Jet plane, dive bombs
Bad seed, golden spleen
Bad blood, dead dreams
Fade away
Sick blood, holed skin, cracked guts, sore speak
Woke up, still drunk, growing up, pissing blood
Can't sleep, can't talk, can't walk, can't fuck
Bad seed, golden spleen, bad blood, dead dreams
Bad seed, golden spleen, bad blood, dead dreams
Say you're out to get me, you'll never catch me
You're psycho-parasitic, syphilitic
Sub-mosquito, sick libido, fucked up
You're a sick fuck, sick fuck
Sick fuck, sick fuck
Sick, sick fuck
Sick, sick fuck
Sick, sick fuck
Sick, sick fuck, yeah
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Writer(s): Bobby Gillespie, Andrew Colin Innes
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