Better Off High

Bless that medicine For bringing 'round that click in your head Better off high than dead When you are stripped bare When you have settled your affairs Dressed in white Like a bride Or a new believer Holding A handful of dust What else can we trust? What else can we trust? It's all that's left for us When you are back on the line The lost stillness in your mind Almost seized me And all of this tedious talk It's cheap It's easy Holding A handful of dust What else can we trust? It's all that's left for us Anyway Anyway, oh-oh Yeah, some hell's put a crease on me And it still feels like there are hooks in me But the silence turns up the curse in me Bless that medicine For bringing 'round that click in your head Better off high than dead