Cousteau - No Medication lyrics

Patience, hasty You'll race off the taste Of these precious times A scattered thing Won't pay you no mind Tell me, slowly They were the reasons That was the war The kind of hurt Don't hurt you no more 'Cause it's easy You're leaving no feeling Just remnants of revealing Fragments of the truth And it's alright If it's all run by crazies There's small consolation There's no medication For all of your blues... Hungry, thirstin' At a table that's bursting A privileged haul Impressive things Don't take you no more Loaded, shipwrecked A cigarette, delicate Like a lighted fuse A sullen thing A furious ruse