Dope Sucks Songtext
von Herman Brood
Dope Sucks Songtext
(Can′t wait) Oh, Saturday
(Just can't wait) I just, I can′t wait
Dope sucks
Dope sucks, man
Dope sucks
Dope sucks
Don't wanna push no narcotic revolution
Don't wanna push you down dead-end street
Don′t like to see you runnin′ 'round in circles
Don′t wanna turn you into a piece of con, cha-cha
Hey man, get back to being the real thing
Get down to what you actually feel
You'd better do it from the heart
Oh, don′t you do it from the head, man
You'd better do it from the heart
I hate to see you fade away
In some heartbreak-hotel room
I don′t like to see you run and hide
Like a disease, without any clue
Hey child, get back to your instinct
Get back to what you actually feel
You'd better do it from the heart
Oh, don't you do it from the head, man
You′d better do it from the heart
You know, I don′t need your friendly talkin'
Your words soundin′ as sweet as honey
I don't want your so cold smile
When your mind is on my money
You know, I don′t wanna see you starin', sugar
At the points of your shoes
You know, I just wanna crack you up more
Just wanna turn you loose
Hey, I don′t wanna push no narcotic revolution
Don't wanna push you down dead-end street
I hate to see you runnin' ′round in circles
Don′t wanna turn you into a piece of con, cha-cha
Hey man, get down to the nasty
Get down to what you honestly feel
You'd better do it from the heart
Oh, don′t you do it from the head
You'd better do it from the heart
Dope sucks
Dope sucks
Dope sucks, man
Dope sucks
Comin′ out of my nose
(Just can't wait) I just, I can′t wait
Dope sucks
Dope sucks, man
Dope sucks
Dope sucks
Don't wanna push no narcotic revolution
Don't wanna push you down dead-end street
Don′t like to see you runnin′ 'round in circles
Don′t wanna turn you into a piece of con, cha-cha
Hey man, get back to being the real thing
Get down to what you actually feel
You'd better do it from the heart
Oh, don′t you do it from the head, man
You'd better do it from the heart
I hate to see you fade away
In some heartbreak-hotel room
I don′t like to see you run and hide
Like a disease, without any clue
Hey child, get back to your instinct
Get back to what you actually feel
You'd better do it from the heart
Oh, don't you do it from the head, man
You′d better do it from the heart
You know, I don′t need your friendly talkin'
Your words soundin′ as sweet as honey
I don't want your so cold smile
When your mind is on my money
You know, I don′t wanna see you starin', sugar
At the points of your shoes
You know, I just wanna crack you up more
Just wanna turn you loose
Hey, I don′t wanna push no narcotic revolution
Don't wanna push you down dead-end street
I hate to see you runnin' ′round in circles
Don′t wanna turn you into a piece of con, cha-cha
Hey man, get down to the nasty
Get down to what you honestly feel
You'd better do it from the heart
Oh, don′t you do it from the head
You'd better do it from the heart
Dope sucks
Dope sucks
Dope sucks, man
Dope sucks
Comin′ out of my nose
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