Clinical Trials – All Get Out

Maybe it’s the biggest mistake
I’m not sure just yet
20 West up 59
Northbound baby, figure it out
Look out for the big city lights
Smoke signal to the right
Settle in near the east side
Blow through all my cash

Tear it all down till the radio sounds
All that it needs me to know
So I go it alone fielding q’s of my own
It’s rhetorical, you know what you know
It’s where you’re at

It was an easy escape
The door unlocked somehow
Ten years admitting I’m sick
Lithium writes home
Cleared out the bags from the desk
Holy shit I’m rich
The keys to a 99 Buick
Dumb luck rides up front

Tear it all down till the radio sounds off
All that it needs me to know
So I go alone fielding q’s of my own
It’s rhetorical to know what you know
Where you’re from

Back in the white room again
Almost made state line
Bed rest till I get your trust
New clinical trial