Opium of the People
by The Mint Chicks

Breathe from a smoke machine
Swallowing gasoline
Apologies at ease
Now

Instead of keeping me
You notice a disease
Apologies at ease
Now

We
Awoke the morning after
This disaster
We all fed on something weird
No one cared
We
Awoke the morning after
This disaster
We all fed on something weird
No one cared

Breathe from a smoke machine
Swallowing gasoline
Apologies at ease
Now

Instead of keeping me
You notice a disease
Apologies at ease
Now

We
Awoke the morning after
This disaster
We all fed on something weird
No one cared
We
Awoke the morning after
This disaster
We all fed on something weird
No one cared

Gas guzzling suburban 3 X 3's
Intercourse mainline fed disease
An instrument in big box takeovers
She's impossible to please
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Lyrics submitted by Ruban.