Testo: Ben Harper. Live From Mars. The Drug's Don't Work.

All this talk of getting old it's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down and I know you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side

Now the drugs don't work they just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Now the drugs don't work they just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down by old street
And if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work they just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

So baby, woh, if Heaven calls, I'm coming too
Just like you said you leave my life, I'm better off dead
All this talk of getting old it's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown this time I'm comin' down

The drugs don't work they just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

So baby, woh, if Heaven calls, I'm coming too
And like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead
But if you wanna show, just let me know
And now I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work they just make you worse
But now I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Oh, now

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Never coming down, never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Never coming down, never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

Oh, now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again