From the Vault

This ain't the feel good hit of the summer We dug up This ain't one from the vault This ain't nobody's fault Well goddamn Susie pick your face up off the asphalt What's my line again anyway? When will I feel like myself again? When will that face be mine? You're out of luck, you're out of line When everyone and everything Says the same stupid lines "You do too many drugs, you do too many drugs" Well you can never do too many drugs Susie says it's fine, and I believe her Blood guts and glory will deceive you It used to be cute but it got ugly with a crack of the whip All hooks to filler, you better believe it The most wicked woman alive got her hands on me Now I'll never, never be free You're cold as Ice Well I sweat through my jeans You got me going This ain't the feel good hit of the summer We dug up This ain't one from the vault This ain't nobody's fault Well goddamn Susie pick your face up off the asphalt What's my line again anyway? When will I feel like myself again? When will that face be mine? You're out of luck, you're out of line