No Medication — текст песни (Cousteau)

Patience, hasty
You`ll race off the taste
Of these precious times
A scattered thing
Won`t pay you no mind

Tell me, slowly
They were the reasons
That was the war
The kind of hurt
Don`t hurt you no more

`Cause it`s easy
You`re leaving no feeling
Just remnants of revealing
Fragments of the truth

And it`s alright
If it`s all run by crazies
There`s small consolation
There`s no medication
For all of your blues...

Hungry, thirstin`
At a table that`s bursting
A privileged haul
Impressive things
Don`t take you no more

Loaded, shipwrecked
A cigarette, delicate
Like a lighted fuse
A sullen thing
A furious ruse