Dire Tribe

Hello Feel much better on hashish or ephedrine Feel much better when I'm smoking a lot Feel much better on acid or mescaline Feel much better though somebody's not In their kitchens and ballrooms And boardrooms with chairs They'd have to pile them to the ceiling For someone to get high [Chorus] And everybody wants to know Everybody singing If you really need to know Everybody cry Everybody wants to know Everybody singing why Lord, try and sober this old tribe Oh, goodbye Feel much better on meths or on Windolene Feel much better when I've had my line Feel much better on amyl or ketamine Feel much better though somebody's not When they're hyped up and paranoid With lithium lights They'll have to drop an Ebenezer To get a first class flight [Chorus] Oh, here we go again Feel much better on Night Nurse, amphetamine Prozac is better, Viagra I got Feel much better, paracetamol and codeine Feel much better on heat, I get hot With wine gum's and diesel Pot noodle or fries I'd rather die from emphysema Than learn to just get by [Chorus]