The Drugs Not Working - Ryan Adams

I was shooting in the back of the car

When the windows smashed on the police cars

I was swimming through the streets of New York

With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut

And it was making her cry

And it was making her cry

And it was making her cry

But it was making me high

She was a hooker at the age of sixteen

All she wanted was the money, she didn’t need an I. D

She was a junkie, and I know it’s cliche

But then so was her life, I mean, she lived in L. A

And it was making her cry

And it was making her cry

And it was making her cry

But it was making her high

And it was making her cry

And it was making her cry

And it was making her cry

And it was making her high

And it was making her cry

(Riot in my skull

The demons are coming)

And it was making her cry

(Los Angeles is dead

These drugs ain’t working)

And it was making her cry

(Painted it all black

The chains are jerking)

And it was making her cry

(Los Angeles is dead

The drugs ain’t working)

And it was making her cry

(Riot in my skull

The demons are coming)

And it was making her cry

(Los Angeles is dead

The drugs ain’t working)

And it was making her cry

(Los Angeles is dead

The drugs ain’t working)

Los Angeles is dead

Riot in my skull

The demons are coming

LA is dead

These drugs ain’t working

Painted it all black

The chains are jerking

LA is dead

The drugs ain’t working

LA is dead

The drugs ain’t working

LA is dead

The drugs ain’t working

The drugs ain’t working

The drugs ain’t working

The drugs ain’t working