Texty: The Vincent Black Shadow. Letters To No One.

Sick I'm walking
Tick I'm talking
Down the street
and I'm sick of the talk of the trick that's every time we meet but
Oh, I don't know why (oh, i don't know why)
Blinking, thinking something's moving across my skin
And I scratch the spot, I watch the dot, that's on the lens but
Oh, I don't know why (oh, i don;t know why)

Something's closing in
And I can't do a thing
No, I can't do a thing but wonder

Chorus:
You said I'm crazy, I know
You said I'm crazy, I know
All I can say is that the drugs don't work no more
(times 4)

My face is shaking
Knees are breaking
Swallow this
and for once I'm mistaken, the rules I've been breaking, make you sick but
Oh, I don't know why (oh, i don't know why)
My mind is in an oily state of screaming sin
And the moment I want to relax is when the shit kicks in but

Oh, I don't know why (oh, i don't know why)

Now he's back again
And now he's brought a friend.
And his friend's brought a whole dark army

Chorus:

Da Da Da...

Sick I'm walking
Tick I'm talking
Down the street
and I'm sick of the talk of the trick that's every time we meet
and I'm sick of the talk of the trick that's every time we meet
and oh...

Chrous:

The drugs don't work no more