Ain't no magic bullet come from magic shell
No other way to put it
Far as I can tell
Ain't no way to solve a problem of the streets
With an itchy trigger finger
Servant of disease
I mean come on
Oh come on
Hear it from the people
Read it in the press
Learn it at the steeple
Forget it in distress
Looking for salvation
Just a little help
But it never seems to find me
I'm gonna take it for myself
I mean c'mon
Oh come on
I mean c'mon
Come on
That low feeling starts to get to me
Need to find escape
So smoke it fills the lungs
And drink corrupts the brain
And morals get confused
In a desperate mind
And there ain't no wrong or right
In a desperate time
But I know there's a solution
(I know there's a solution)
Deep within myself
But I ain't never gonna reach it
Without somebody's help
I mean a come on
Oh, come on
I mean a come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
compositores: James Edward Olliges Jr.
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