all the drugs make you stupid paranoid and ruthless but now you re finally clean you ve been strip searched and rung up like lights that were strung up the drugs who ve got nothing on me and you say stupid i was and stupid i ll be waiting for my beating to come it s going to be a scorcher about a hundred degrees it s burning up your luck it seems you take creamer in your coffee at the end of the counter the free refills keep coming and the parody of prophets lie not to save you you struck out so you strike them down and you say stupid i was and stupid i ll be waiting for my beating to come and you say la la la la la la la la la but the drugs have got nothing on me hiding out in dens smoking cigarettes playing with the wedding band you re still losing your mind it s not something that you ll find in your pocket or on the courthouse steps and you say stupid i was and stupid i ll be waiting for my beating to come and you say stupid i was and stupid i ll be but the drugs have got nothing on me la la la la la la la la but the drugs have got nothing on me but the drugs have got nothing on me
['anti-folk', 'indie pop', 'indie rock', 'la indie', 'lilith']