Lyrics Guided by Voices

Guided by Voices

Drinker's Peace

At times I wish I were dead

Busy people dancing all over my head

This I value with every move they make

Real bad headache with every step they take

I get a contact buzz

Can't remember what the problem was

I find it hard to even care

Life was to real till you got there

My life is dirt but you seem to make it cleaner

Reduce my felony to a misdemeanor

When I feel sick you're an antibiotic

Organize my world that was pointless and chaotic