War On Drugs - Live Vancouver, B.C. 3-30-04

She likes to sleep with the radio on
 So she can dream of her favorite song
 The one that no one has ever sung since she was small
 She'll never know that she made it up
 She had a soul and we ate it up
 Thrown away like a paper cup
 The music falls
 The only flaw in her detailed plan
 Is where she wins back the love of her man
 Everyone knows that he's never coming back
 He took her heart and she took his name
 He couldn't stand taking all the blame
 He left her only with guilt and shame and then she cracked
 Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves
 Of all these demons haunting us
 To keep us company
 In the dream I refuse to have
 She falls asleep in a lukewarm bath
 We're left to deal with the aftermath again
 On behalf of humanity
 I will fight for your sanity
 How profound such profanity can be
 Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves
 Of all these demons haunting us
 To keep us company
 Won't it be odd to be happy like we
 Always thought we're supposed to feel
 But never seem to be
 Near where I live there's a viaduct
 Where people jump when they're out of luck
 Raining down on the cars and trucks below
 They've put a net there to catch their fall
 Like it'll stop anyone at all
 What they don't know is when nature calls, you go
 They say that Jesus and mental health
 Are just for those who can help themselves
 But what good is that when you live in hell on earth?
 From the very fear that makes you want to die
 Is just the same as what keeps you alive
 It's way more trouble than some suicide is worth
 Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves
 Of all these demons haunting us
 To keep us company
 Won't it be odd to be happy like we
 Always thought we're supposed to feel
 But never seem to be
 Hard to admit I fought the war on drugs
 My hands were tied and the phone was bugged
 Another died and the world just shrugged it off