Better Off High

Bless that medicine

For bringing 'round that click in your head

Better off high than dead

When you are stripped bare

When you have settled your affairs

Dressed in white like a bride

Or a new believer

Holding a handful of dust

What else can we trust?

What else can we trust?

It's all that's left for us

When you are back on the line

The last stillness in your mind

Almost seized me

And all of this tedious talk

It's cheap, it's easy

Holding a handful of dust

What else can we trust?

It's all that's left for us

Anyway, anyway, oh, oh

Yeah, some hell's put a peace on me

And it still feels like there are hooks in me

But the silence turns up the curse in me

Bless that medicine

For bringing 'round that click in your head

Better off high than dead