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The Drugs Not Working Lyrics
I was shooting in the back of the car
With the windows smashed from the police cars
I was swimming through the streets of New York
With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut
And he was making her cry
And he was making her cry
And he was making her cry
But he was making me high
She was a hooker at the age of 16
All she wanted was the money
She didn't need an ID
She was a junkie and I know its cliché
But then so was her life
I mean, she lived in L.A.
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs aren't working)
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
Riot in my skull, demons are coming
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
Painted it all black, the chains are jerking
L.A. is dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
With the windows smashed from the police cars
I was swimming through the streets of New York
With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut
And he was making her cry
And he was making her cry
But he was making me high
All she wanted was the money
She didn't need an ID
She was a junkie and I know its cliché
But then so was her life
I mean, she lived in L.A.
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs aren't working)
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
Painted it all black, the chains are jerking
L.A. is dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
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Chanelling the spirit of Lou Reed (presumably from a time in the future in which Lou Reed is dead). How brilliant is the lyric, "She was a junkie and I know it's cliche/But then so was her life, I mean, she lived in LA"? Pretty brilliant, right?
you can definately tell this one was written underneath the bar in new york- coked out.
nothing worthy to add but i crack up when ryan sings "ID". love the guitars on this one, great ending track to probably my favorite album of ryan's.