The Jokes on You - Slaves On Dope

The hill you have to climb is steep and high

It’s getting harder to see

the ship is sinking and you cannot swim

hands waving in the air…

end of the race

red in the face

cause you cannot keep up with the pace

you’re a disgrace

and despicable

exhausted you collapse into the mud

eyes burning from your tears

you crawl your way back up to your feet

only to fall back…

end of the race

red in the face

‘cause you cannot keep up with the pace

you’re a disgrace

and despicable

vanity case

you’ve been replaced

so you better learn how to embrace

That lonely place, so predictable

I don’t think the audience would disagree

you wouldn’t be here without me

you pound your chest like you just won the war

the joke’s on you

but you think the joke’s on me

fighting an enemy that’s invisible

this ends the love affair…