City headache subsides your dreary tone
Send a doctor to my house
Got me a fever coming round the bend
A heavy busload of danger
Straight talking you're sending me to bed
Cause I ain't walking, in my state
A temperature that will not go away
So let it build up in my head
My head...
Prescribed pills just throw them down the sink
Cause in the hills is my cure.
No city headache to knock on my front door
No spewing faces to bug me.
Your output level brings thunder to my ears
A peaking signal from your mouth
Some cleansing water to wash away the grime of city laughter
Off my face.
My face...
It's not for me
The speed in which you walk
Would burn the soles of my feet.
Congested and choking from the fog
Of chain-smoking freak shows
That's how it goes so you just find the road
And pack your bags, for no more...