The Streets
Gonna Hurt When This Is Over
I see beautiful bloomings as I'm booted and booted
I hear beautiful music, violets, violence, violins
A pause then a slug, into the floor I get plugged
A warning comes and then I'm restoring my lunch
War on drugs, war on drugs
And then I've forgotten the mayhem
And I'm off to a haven
Mind wants to be amazing
My what have you taken
Fucking opium dreams
Nothing goes as it seems
Is it smoke or steam?
Everything going in slow motion
It's gonna hurt when this is over
Everything going in slow motion
It's gonna hurt when this is over
Trying to think
Eyes in their lids, surprised grin
Have prior visions but time stands still
Wired up chin, I hear wise lyrics
It's inspiring me to higher things
Biting my lip, I put fire to the skins
On the fire to singe, like lighted kindle
Psychedelia 1960s hold your pipe and dreams
I see bright fabrics, the light fantastic
Friars chanting, file past
Everything going in slow motion
It's gonna hurt when this is over
Everything going in slow motion
It's gonna hurt when this is over
Blood vessels rush in with love and then worry
Blood in my eyes that was rubbed off my body
Came up to the sound of the punches
War on drugs, war on drugs
My paws are rusty
The warning comes
Before the punch
Pause then slug, war on drugs
Everything going in slow motion
It's gonna hurt when this is over
Everything going in slow motion
It's gonna hurt when this is over