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What you gonna do? Time's caught up with you
Now you wait your turn, you know there's no return
Change your empty rules, you join the other fools
Turn to something new, now it's killing you
First it was the bomb, Vietnam napalm
Disillusioning, you push the needle in
From life you escape, reality's black drape
Colours in your mind satisfy your time
Oh you, you know you must be blind
To do something like this
To take the sweet that you don't know
You're giving Death a kiss,
Poor little fool now
Your mind is full of pleasure
Your body's looking ill
To you it's shallow leisure
So drop the acid pill, don't stop to think now
You're having a good time baby
But that won't last
Your mind's all full of things
You're living too fast
go out enjoy yourself
Don't bottle it in
You need someone to help you
To stick the needle in, yeah
Now you know the scene, your skin starts turning green
Your eyes no longer seeing life's reality
Push the needle in, face death's sickly grin
Holes are in your skin, caused by deadly pin
Head starts spinning 'round, you fall down to the ground
Feel your body heave, Death's hands starts to weave
It's too late to turn, you don't want to learn
Price of life is high, now you're gonna die
What you gonna do? Time's caught up with you   Now you wait your turn, you know there's no return   Change your empty rules, you join the other fools   Turn to something new, now it's killing you   First it was the bomb, Vietnam napalm   Disillusioning, you push the needle in   From life you escape, reality's black drape   Colours in your mind satisfy your time   Oh you, you know you must be blind   To do something like this   To take the sweet that you don't know   You're giving Death a kiss,   Poor little fool now   Your mind is full of pleasure   Your body's looking ill   To you it's shallow leisure   So drop the acid pill, don't stop to think now   You're having a good time baby   But that won't last   Your mind's all full of things   You're living too fast   go out enjoy yourself   Don't bottle it in   You need someone to help you   To stick the needle in, yeah   Now you know the scene, your skin starts turning green   Your eyes no longer seeing life's reality   Push the needle in, face death's sickly grin   Holes are in your skin, caused by deadly pin   Head starts spinning 'round, you fall down to the ground   Feel your body heave, Death's hands starts to weave   It's too late to turn, you don't want to learn   Price of life is high, now you're gonna die
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