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letra de bipolar - adam warrock

(pixies sample)
ooooooh stop

[adam warrock]
it’s like
some days you wake up
and you just don’t feel like yourself
you know?

[verse 1]
my therapist has told me i’m careless when i’m holding
an empty bottle of pills; my pharmacist can scold me
and the prozac don’t work the same as it used to
body’s built a tolerance; it don’t give me a boost
so i’m feeling down today
i think i’ll stay here in the studio
and make a sad song; die a little on the track
i think it’s wack how some people don’t understand
how i’m a prince who wants to brood
francis bacon spit the beef
for hamlet raps; to be or not to be
so many chose the opposite of what
they think they wanna be
and so we watch them drop a bit
the stocks that they invested with their dividends
their kids enlisted in the private universities
becoming the future henchmen of the fortune five hundred
where they sit and lose their minds
just another cog that runs the machine for human kind
chew them up and spit them out
hard to stay grounded in life
so the docs are like the bartenders
mix and match to p-ss the time

[chorus]
and sometimes i feel up
and sometimes i feel down
and sometimes i wanna watch the world burn to the ground
and i’m losing my mind i do it all of the time
and i don’t think that i can make it to the other side
and sometimes i feel up
and sometimes i feel down
and sometimes i wanna watch the sky fall to the ground
and i’m losing my mind i do it all the time
and i’m just wasting time
and i’m just wasting time

[verse 2]
when the medicine don’t work
we fill the days with vices and sin
devices that cause reactions within
to make us feel alive we throw the money on the table
watched the seconds tick
we bet our lives and drink until we’re sick
unable to discern the good decisions from the bad
that’s why some men become dads
and why some women lack the self esteem
to find their dreams and so they watch it
in a cloudy haze smoke their lives away
and stick the needle ’til their eyes glaze over and over
day in and day out
they sip the methadone and cut the dope with baking soda
they pray to fake jehovas
that’s why some kids grow up and learn the difference
in the codes of alcoholics and addicts who cling to life
while staying sober
yeah, you know it’s all a struggle man
so order a double man
and huddle under the underp-ss
an empty bottle slips from out your hands
and swirls up in the air
that’s why we wear these working boots
stepping on broken gl-ss

[refrain/samples]
am i losing my mind
am i losing my mind
am i losing my mind
where is my mind
where is my mind
where is my mind

[adam warrock]
hmph, whatever

[verse 3]
when the cheap thrills don’t work we become criminals
evil in the subliminal kidnappers, serial k!llers
minimal interaction with the outside world we form militias
and we hide from all the white noise and busy signals
and you’re burnt out on the daily life
obsessive compulsive disorder dealing with all the strife
you shine and sharpen knives
load your guns and turn the safeties off
you turn the kn-bs
while making sure the basement door is locked
and you’ll punish the rest of the world
and you’ll watch it burn like the memory[?]
from the rest of your shirt
there’s comments soothing in the screams
as it echoes from earth
now you’re sleeping like a child that’s resting from birth
and when the medicine don’t work
we turn devices in sin and they themselves
become devices deep within
and we operate precisely in the way it is
and i’m losing my mind
and i’m losing my mind

(sample)
(with your feet in the air and your head on the ground)

- adam warrock

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