New Pornographers End Of Medicine Lyrics

End Of Medicine Lyrics

The angel cried, "You bastard!", 

As we analyzed the accents 

So
look out you rock'n'rollers 

Over 40 million served and that's a 

Record for the master 

It stood forever after 



So, are we,
are we, are we, are we facing 

The end of all, of all the drugs we're
lacing 

With common sense and courtesy 

And all the things we
thought would be 

The end of us but now it won't 

Allow us our
intentions 

Are the mother of invention 

It's a pleasure to repeat
the feeling 



Are we, are we, are we, are we facing 

The end
of all the medicine we're taking? 



Somewhere in the system 

There's an open-ended list of all the 

Lies we tell them thinking,
thinking, 

'Where could we be living?' 

Is it life or is it even in
the 

realm of possibility? 

You see it when you're missing 

When you came to see it glistening 

Even on and on and on...