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

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

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