Medication Blues #1 - Reigning Sound

Well it’s not that I don’t want to work

But I hate filling out all the applications

And nobody wants a middle-aged man

On six different kinds of medication

Well they don’t make me feel up

But they won’t let me come down

So I walk back out on the street

And I throw my shadows to the ground

And everyone knows that the truth

Ain’t no match for

A really good lie

I cry each time

I open my eyes

There’s a cancer spreading across the globe

In the shape and form of brains and billfolds

And there’s no room in nature for your car

Or your stereo that blasts me from your console

In a world that is bleak without a prayer

And a darkness that is black as night

So hope against hope and buy some more soap

And tell yourself it’ll be all right

But everyone knows that the truth

Ain’t no match for a really good lie

I cry each time

I open my eyes

Well everyone knows that the truth

Ain’t no match for

A really good lie

I cry each time

I open my eyes