medicate - Sebadoh

Medicate, I hate my brain

I’ll cover up the pain it creates

Prescribe the ride for me

And when my body wants it I’m your slave

No, I don’t want your hangover

But how will I learn to be sober?

Oh, I miss it when

The sorrow tempts me again

Meditate, I’ll try to pray

But what God gives away has a fee

Dictate the words I say

That mean more if I pay to repeat

Lord, I don’t want your hangover

But how will I learn to be sober?

And how can I live unforgiven?

Oh, I miss it when

The sorrow tempts me again