The Drugs Don't Work Songtext - The Verve

The Drugs Don't Work - The Verve

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

[Verse 1]

Pretty puke puddle that I'm laying in
Phone alarm's going off

Fuck it though, I'm lyin in
I'm wire thin
I dunno why, I ain't dieting
Maybe it's this vicodin
It's strung me out like a violin
Fiend Simon dialed me in

He's trying to buy a ting
It's mad I used to look down at him

For piping up and firing
Talking to myself, not recognising who's replying
I'm becoming so much like the clients that I've been supplying

Fuck the sentimental shite

I'm mental when I get mortal like

I pop a pill and then spike this bitch

And then fuck her until she ain't walking right
My buzz don't last for half a night

My comedown is too hard too fight
Euphoria, she leaves with my endorphins
And I'm forced to keep endorsing

This extortionate emotional support
Even though I know that I'll never get the same high as before
I just keep shovelling this shit up until my nostrils get sore
Until Si picks me off the floor


[Verse 2]

Skunk, cannabis, about half a cancer stick

Rolled up in a juicy blunt
Slow burner, candlestick

I'm with Uncle Mix, cocaine and a couple of chicks
IPhone for a couple of pics
Couple of lines off a couple of tits

But my life's shit
Drugs seem like the quickest fix

Temporary escape from the estates

And all the fucking pricks

That's why I'm in such a rush to take the first hit or first sip
E&J burnt up my throat
Fucking roach burnt up my lip
Then it wears off

And I feel like I'm worse off
Looking out on London bridge

Thinking about throwing myself off

Nah, that's soft
There's better ways that I could feel his wrath
I got loads of gear in my loft

I got loads of pills I can scoff
Is it Smirnoff?
The reason I'm looking like a Goth
Fuck knows but I'll tell you what

There's blood coming out when I cough

Spent most of my life in the dark

Chasing the light like a moth

Eventually the light will turn off


[Verse 3]

Sensing the party's over

I'm not looking over my shoulder

Lucy pulls me closer

Fuck it I'm bored, let's go, let's ghost her
Sick of all the boasters
Loads of niggas sniffing that Frankie Cocozza

Thinking they the Cosa Nostra
So much talk of toasters

Gold Roleys and roadsters
Hoes that make sex tapes and then become role models on shows and posters (slags)

It's clear the end is nigh
The Mayans, they said so suh

Fuck it just take me now, I'm done
Lets wrap it up like a samosa
Consultant says they're running out of things to try

The --------- ain't working right, It's only fucking up my insides
As I document my decline

A famous line just springs to mind

The drugs don't work, they make you worse

Every type and every kind
Even one's designed to help you fight just seem so shite

And all the side effects they leave you with no life and no respite

No end in sight

But these cunts, they don't know what it's like
Ask my boy Charlie, he'll tell you straight

Real talk and no hype, like


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