Flaming Lips Follow

Prescription: Love lyrics

Sometimes I don't know what to think about the worldWhen this guy is burnin' up in the street with gasolineAnd the flames show no mercySo when you really need someone to talk to youIt doesn't always work like it's supposed toYou can love yer brainEven if it slips down the drainMan, I'm not no drug addictBut a person's gotta have somethingTo keep him from going insaneWell, this man kills this other manWho's killed this other man, so it's okayAnd this fourteen year old's sittin' in the electric chairSmilin' and smokin' a cigaretteSo I guess I was right all along readin' Mad magazine

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