Bad Dope

I'm coming to the end of my rope

sick of looking through the wrong end of the telescope

That ship has sailed, my friends have bailed

and I'm coming off the street like bad dope

 

I got aces in my hand

come and join my band

I try to talk their language but they never understand

so cut me loose

I'm gone, this shit is all wrong

 

I see the zombies roam around

It's getting harder to cope

Stuck on the seventh floor

I'm kicking down the door

I'm on my ninth life

So I'm coming off the street like bad dope

bad dope!

 

Don't ask me for an explanation

I'm a figment of my own imagination

I'm getting sick of the scene

And I've had too much to dream

I'm going on a permanent vacation

 

There are racists in my land

They can't listen to my band

Their head is full of garbage that I'll never understand

so cut the juice

I'm done, I've heard your excuse, everyone

 

I see the zombies roam around

It's getting harder to cope

Stuck on the seventh floor

I'm kicking down the door

I'm on my ninth life

So I'm coming off the street like bad dope

bad dope!

 

You're gonna have to party without me

You're gonna have to party without me

People tell me that there's something about me

But now they're gonna have to party without me

 

You're gonna have to party without me

You're gonna have to party without me

People tell me that there's something about me

But now they're gonna have to party without me

 

Bad dope

Bad dope

Bad dope

Bad dope