I look for comfort in the arms of every friend that I have known,
I long for poetry to sweep away the clouds above my soul.
I let myself believe that these will be my saviours till the end.
And so, on them I depend.
On them I depend.
Where is the drug?
Where is the healing?
Where is whatever will ease this pain?
There is nothing I won't swallow
To stop what's eating up my brain
And get my feeling back again
I hear tortured voices buried deep inside of my head,
I have restlessness and anger as a pillow for my bed.
I hope it won't be long 'til I can prove myself to be
Untarnished by what's followin' me
What is followin' me?
Where is the drug?
Where is the healing?
Where is whatever will ease this pain?
There is nothing I won't swallow
To stop what's eating up my brain
And get my feeling back again
What of the prayers that seek to comfort one who's losing her love,
What of her mother's cries that surely she has suffered enough.
And when he's gone where is the justice in a child that knows his name
As a photo in a frame
A picture in a frame
Where is the drug?
Where is the healing?
Where is whatever will ease this pain?
There is nothing I won't swallow
To stop what's eating up my brain
And get my feeling back again
Where is the drug?
Where is the healing?
Where is whatever will ease this pain?
There is nothing she won't swallow
To stop what's eating up her brain
And get my feeling back again
Where is the drug?
Where is the healing?
Where is whatever will ease this pain?
There is nothing we won't swallow
To stop what's eating up our brain
And get our feeling back again
Where is the drug?
Where is the healing?
Where is whatever will ease this pain?
There is nothing they won't swallow
To stop what's eating up their brain
And get their feeling back again