Choose your poison, your way to bear this depressing world,
A need for speed? Your television will lead you to it.
Be a star, buy yourself a new car,
You won't be seen as a junkie but as someone respectable.
We all don't have the same drugs,
The same way to get high,
But we all need our dope to go on.
You've always been told what you couldn't do, what was bad,
But have you been given the magical recipe?
Ways to follow, some rules to respect,
Traditions, conformism,
I'm sure it's not the crap you need.
We all don't have the same drugs,
The same way to get high,
But we all need our dope to go on.
The more I think, the less I can condemn these junkie guys,
So don't blame them because of their opinion
And I won't consider you as a sheep.
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