Some Sunday morning see you
Picking up the fine
Ticking down the last time
Before the credits run
A traffic is a moving or it's moving awful slow
To the sound of you complaining
We got nowhere left to go
You need the d** to make the stars come down
You need the d** to make you shine
You need the pills to take you home again
Don't be so ladida, so ladida
You need the d**
You need the d** to make the stars come down
You need the d** to make you shine
You need the pills to take you home again
Don't be so ladida, so ladida
You need the d**
All of your tomorrows are a dream I never had
Everything is broken, everything unsaid
But I see all your shadows running
Circles at my feet
And you're making all the promises that
No one never keeps
You need the d** to make the stars come down
You need the d** to make you shine
You need the pills to take you home again
Don't be so ladida, so ladida
You need the d**