drug songs

DON'T STEP ON THE GRASS, SAM

Steppenwolf


Starin' at the boob tube, turnin' on the big knob
Tryin' to find some life in the waste land
Fin'ly found a program, gonna deal with Mary Jane
Ready for a trip into hate land
Obnoxious Joe comes on the screen
Along with his guest self-righteous Sam
And one more guy who doesn't count
His hair and clothes are too far out

While pushin' back his glasses Sam is sayin' casually
"I was elected by the masses"
And with that in mind he starts to unwind
A vicious attack on the finest of grasses

Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight, alright)

Misinformation Sam and Joe
Are feeding to the nation
But the one who didn't count counted them out
By exposing all their false quotations
Faced by a very awkward situation
This is all he'd say to save the day

Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight alright)

You waste my coin Sam, all you can
To jail my fellow man
For smoking all the noble weed
You need much more than him
You've been telling lies so long
Some believe they're true
So they close their eyes to things
You have no right to do
Just as soon as you are gone
Hope will start to climb
Please don't stay around too long
You're wasting precious time

SUBTERRANEAN HOMESICK BLUES
Bob Dylan
1965

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles

K's Choice - Not An Addict


Breathe it in and breathe it out
And pass it on, it`s almost out
We`re so creative, so much more
We`re high above but on the floor

It`s not a habit, it`s cool, I feel alive
If you don`t have it you`re on the other side

The deeper you stick it in your vein
The deeper the thoughts, there`s no more pain
I`m in heaven, I`m a god
I`m everywhere, I feel so hot

It`s not a habit, it`s cool, I feel alive
If you don`t have it you`re on the other side
I`m not an addict (maybe that`s a lie)

It`s over now, I`m cold, alone
I`m just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me
(Nothing means a thing to me)

It`s not a habit, it`s cool, I feel alive
If you don`t have it you`re on the other side
I`m not an addict (maybe that`s a lie)

Free me, leave me
Watch me as I`m going down
Free me, see me
Look at me, I`m falling and I`m falling.

It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive I feel...
It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive

It`s not a habit, it`s cool, I feel alive
If you don`t have it you`re on the other side
I`m not an addict (maybe that`s a lie)
I`m not an addict...

I'm not an addict...
I'm not an addict...

wonder if Godsmack will ever do a song called Alice In Chains?

Java Jive - The Ink Spots

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the jivin' and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

I love java, sweet and hot
Whoops! Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot
Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

Oh, slip me a slug from the wonderful mug
And I cut a rug till I'm snug in a jug
A slice of onion and a raw one, draw one.
Waiter, waiter, percolator!

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the jivin' and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

Boston bean, soy bean
Lima bean, string bean.
You know that I'm not keen for a bean
Unless it is a cheery coffee bean.

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the jivin' and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

I love java, sweet and hot
Whoops! Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot
Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

Oh, slip me a slug from the wonderful mug
And I cut a rug till I'm snug in a jug
Drop me a nickel in my pot, Joe, Takin' it slow.
Waiter, waiter, percolator!

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the jivin' and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

Billy Joel--"Captain Jack"

Captain Jack was the neighborhood drug dealer in Levittown where he grew up.

Thought of another... from Easy Rider:

Artist: The Fraternity Of Man Lyrics
Song: Don't Bogart Me Lyrics

Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.

Roll another one
Just like the other one.
This one's burnt to the end
Come on and be a friend.

Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.

Ro-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oll another one
Just like the other one.
You've been hanging on to it
And I sure would like a hit.

Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.

Just remebered another one:

Nick Drake
The Thoughts of Mary Jane

Who can know
The thoughts of Mary jane
Why she flies
Or goes out in the rain
Where she's been
And who she's seen
In her journey to the stars.

Who can know
The reasons for her smile
What are her dreams
When they've journeyed for a mile
The way she sings
And her brightly coloured rings
Make her the princess of the sky.

Who can know
What happens in her mind
Did she come from a strange world
And leave her mind behind
Her long lost sighs
And her brightly coloured eyes
Tell her story to the wind.

Who can know
The thoughts of Mary Jane
Why she flies
Or goes out in the rain
Where she's been
And who she's seen
In her journey to the stars.

I've always liked "The No-No Song" by Ringo Star.

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Beatles's - Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle,
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes.

not specifically a drug song, but it does contain drinking and acid ingestion

Sorry - Nerf Herder

Sorry we broke up, sorry I missed you
Sorry I wanted only to kiss you
Sorry I promised to love you forever
Made you feel guilty oh when you left me
Sorry I showed up at your party
Sorry I drank up all the Bacardi
Sorry I puked up on your bedspread
Sorry I wanted to be your boyfriend again

What can I do?
It's over it's over it's over it's over
What can I do?
I am the loser

Sorry I saw you and I heard birds sing
Sorry I touched you and I heard bells ring
Sorry I jacked off outside of your window
While you were sleeping, I thought you'd never know
Sorry I showed up at your wedding
Sorry I tried so hard to get in
Sorry I screwed up your picture
Sorry I had sex with your sister

What can I do?
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
What can I do?
I am the loser

Sorry we broke up, sorry I missed you
Sorry I wanted only to kiss you
Sorry I promised to love you forever
Made you feel guilty oh when you left me
Sorry I showed up at your dinner
Sorry I said those things to your father
Sorry I crashed through your window on acid
Sorry I made a mess
Sorry I bled to death

What can I do?
It's over it's over it's over it's over
What can I do?
I am the loser

some sickness from the dead milkmen

Let's Get The Baby High

She looked like a corpse on my front porch
Clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying
Let's get the baby high

Oh little pig, little pig, let me in
I've traded food stamps for a bottle a' gin
C'mon, let's get the baby high

For someone like you to get custody
Of an innocent child's a tragedy
No, don't get your baby high

Oh, just open up, I've got nowhere to go
My man threw me out and it's starting to snow
So, let's get the baby high

I don't mean to question your parenting skills
But I'm really amazed that kid hasn't been killed
Please don't get your baby high

For someone like you to criticize me
Is really the height of hypocrisy
So, let's get the baby high

There's no way in hell I'll open my door
I still have pictures from the time before
No, don't get your baby high

Yes I've traded my oldest for a couple a' lids
But it's none of your business how I raise my kids
Now, let's get the baby high

For someone like you to get custody
Of an innocent child's a tragedy
No, don't get your baby high

I've asked you politely, now I'm gonna be mean
If you don't open up, I'm going to scream
Let's get the baby high

You can scream all you want but you're not gettin' in
What you do to that kid is really a sin
Please don't get your baby high

For someone like you to criticize me
Is really the height of hypocrisy
Now, let's get the baby high

It must be a boy because it's turning blue...
Oh, cootchie, cootchie coo...

She still stood like a corpse on my front porch
Still clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying
Let's get the baby high

Bonnie Raitt's Guilty
by Randy Newman

Yeah baby, I've been drinking, and I shouldn't come by I know
But I found myself in trouble darling, and I had nowhere else to go

Got some whiskey from a bar man, got some cocaine from a friend
I just had to keep on moving, till I was back in your arms again
----
Well I'm guilty, yeah I'm guilty, I'll be guilty for the rest of my life
How come I never do, what I'm supposed to do
How come nothing that I try to do ever turns out right
----
Well you know how it is with me baby, you know I just can't stand myself
It takes a whole lot of medicine, for me to pretend to be somebody else.

The dope show- Marilyn Manson

The drugs they say
Make us feel so hollow
We love in vain
Narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers
To swim you have to swallow
Hate today
No love for tomorrow
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
Who want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
The drugs they say
Are made right here in California
We love your face
We'd really like to sell you
The cops and queers
Make good - looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
Who want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
Who want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
They'll blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show

WTF I havent just hatched Ive made lots of posts on this site. An where the hell did my avatar go?

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Pusherman
Curtis Mayfield

"I'm your Mama, I'm your Daddy
I'm that **** in the alley
I'm your doctor, when in need
Want some coke? Have some weed
You know me, I'm your friend
Your main boy, thick and thin
I'm your Pusherman"

Beatles - she said she said

She said I know what it`s like to be dead
I know what it is to be sad
And she`s making me feel like I`ve never been born.
I said "Who put all those things in your head
Things that ake me feel that I`m mad
And you`re making me feel like I`ve never been born."
She said "you don`t understand what I said"
I said "No, no, no, you`re wrong"
When I was a boy everything was right
Everything was right
I said "Even though you know what you know
I know that I`m ready to leave
`Cause you`re making me feel like I`ve never been born."
She said "you don`t understand what I said"
I said "No, no, no, you`re wrong"
When I was a boy everything was right
Everything was right
I said "Even though you know what you know
I know that I`m ready to leave
`Cause you`re making me feel like I`ve never been born."
She said I know what it`s like to be dead
I know what it is to be sad...

SAM STONE
John Prine

Sam stone came home,
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.

Chorus:
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus christ died for nothin' I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....

Sam stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...

Repeat chorus:

Sam stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost it's fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the G.I. bill
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill

Repeat chorus