Brain Drain - Bushman

I feel no pain The bottle is my ball and chain Am I insane? My breath smells like kerosene Don't look at me I'm a sight for sore eyes to see I can't believe I'm a walking talking misery Brain drain 190 grain It's not the caine, not the mary jane But the golden grain Don't touch my bottle You might drop it, break it, then I die If life's worth living, why do I always cry the blues? Don't you pray for me I don't need your fucking sympathy Just a little drink, it means about the same to me... yea Brain drain 190 grain Am I insane? Will I ever change? Brain drain 190 grain It's not the caine, not the mary jane But the golden grain I'm a redneck punk Can't remember when I wasn't drunk People say I stink I don't care what they think No colored whiskey I don't need that rock and rye Pass that 190 And I'll say bye-bye

Look at your world Isn't it beautiful to drain How much is it worth When there's nothing left of you to take Oh, what a privilege it is getting old I hope I live to be so cynical Why should we dare to live forever If nobody cares to change for the better Yeah Yeah Leaving a trace Building a monolith so large They can see it from space A scar that remains after you're dead and gone Oh, what a privilege it is getting old I hope I live to be so cynical Why should we dare to live forever If nobody cares to change for the better Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, oh Do we bloom or decay Nothing golden ever stays Do we burn out or fade When there's nothing left to drain Yeah Oh, what a privilege it is getting old

Because you drain me of my energy Then you don't return my calls Even though I paint so many pictures of you There's no room on my walls Weave another web of lies, anaesthetize me Before you cut me deep Make a better memory from pieces of What the loving used to be Yeah, yeah Drain Because you drain me of my energy Don't return my calls Even though I paint so many pictures of you There's no room on my walls Weave another web of lies, anaesthetize me Before you cut me deep Make a better memory from pieces of What the loving used to be (yeah) Though I never back down I can't feel my crown Never lose my head But you take my heart instead When you want my love But you won't give me your trust You can take my pain But instead, you're just a Drain me of my energy Don't return my calls Even though I paint so many pictures of you There's no room on my walls Weave another web of lies, anaesthetize me Before you cut me deep Make a better memory from pieces of What the loving used to be Because you drain me of my energy Then you don't return my calls Even though I paint so many pictures of you There's no room on my walls Weave another web of lies, anaesthetize me Before you cut me deep Make a better memory from pieces of What the loving used to be (yeah) (Yeah, yeah) won't you take my pain? (Drain) I fall into your drain (drain, I fall into your drain) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), drain, drain, drain, drain, drain

Jah have mercy on them souls Let me hear some more(woi oi) How could life be like this? When everyone should be giving thanks and praises (woh lord) See the farmer man love when the rain fall every day cause him crops a grow. The sporta-man love when the sun shine every day cause him style a show Downtown nuh love when rain a fall, up town flood out 8 million them spend pon hope road and the flooding nuh end The wicked man love when him gun buss loud and clear and him shots cya done And the police man love when him have a extra clip, fi when a innocent get shot down Downtown nuh love when shot a buss rude boyz and police Cool out the rage of violence and jus keep the peace Cause when man a rage, could never be as terrible Like when jah a rage, refrain from your crooked ways Dem sit in high chair and watch the island sell out (uh huh) Then gone a world bank pon them knees a look bail out (oh yes) Only private sectors get the benefit and poor people's dont They all see and know that this system is worse them hand to mouth And downtown no love when rain a fall up town flood out A 34 them spend pon 3mile and the traffic block up Same way(woah lord) How could life be like this? When everyone should all be living for each other (woah lord) Trample them again, trample down the wicked force (woi oi) Trample them again Cause when man a rage, could never be as terrible Like when jah a rage, refrain from your crooked ways And Downtown nuh love when rain a fall, up town flood out 8 million them spend pon hope road and the flooding nuh end Illiteracy makes the people search for unruly food for their bellies And never make inquisitions about what ministers do with tax payers money 2

Oh oh oh I, I don't need no one else but you in my life Even if I try I can't work it out I'm longing no 1 else but you in my life ___________ number 1. Push my feeling, push my feeling Push it up, push it up, push my feeling Follow me now lovers, follow me now boys and girls Follow me now, follow me now Follow _____________ number 1. Oh oh oh I, I don't need no one else but you in my life Even if I try I can't work it out I'm longing no 1 else but you in my life Oh oh oh I, I just wanna be with you Cause I know the things we do I just wanna be with you.