Wake Up Call. A. She's the one. Rx (Medicate) Lyrics by Theory of a Deadman from the Wake Up Call album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: Wake up to a cloudy day Dark rolls in and it starts to rain Staring out to the cage-like walls Time goes by and the …. Oh I've explained. Get off my back. Far too long that I've lost track. Cuz living with you is like a hole in the head. I know that I'll soon be better off. Cuz living with you is like a hole in the head. I know, well I know. That I don't care about anyone. You know that I'm better off (better off) She's got no reason to be. I want to touch I want to taste her body all now. She's got no use for me. On the knees any way that I wanted. She gives herself what she needs. Everybody is so sick of the silence. So are you ready to scream. Now my world is a lie (She is a trouble for me) She is a great pretender. Say goodbye. Next time I'll take it slow. And as for you I'll never know. At least next time I'll try to understand. So please don't leave this up to me to say that you don't love me anyway. I'll just leave it up to you to say goodbye. 'Cause these good times will never last. Keep a handle on the wheel and a foot on the gas. A note by the door Simply explains It's all that remains It's no wonder why I have not slept in days The dust on the floor Piled up from the years All those scars and souvenirs Now that you're gone It's easy to see But so hard to believe By the way You left without saying Goodbye to me Now that you're gone away All I can think about is You and . [Chorus] I must be out of my mind, be going crazy 'Cause it doesn't faze me Yeah, the way you treat me so bad I must be out of my brain Hallucinating Girl, well it doesn't faze me Yeah, the way Red lights flashing while we dance. We're gonna end the night in an ambulance. Move, you're crowding up my headspace. Man, you're boring me, ya giving me a brain ache. Getting good vibes, good times all day. And if you don't wanna join me, then you can go away. She got short shorts high waist. Raise your hands, let me hear you yell. Love is hell, love is hell. Love is hell, love ain't right. Just as well I'll be alone tonight. Raise your hands, let me hear you yell. Love is hell, love is hell, love is hell. I'd rather be stabbed and be cut into ribbons. I'd rather be dead than the way you got me living. I been thinkin' bout throwin' you out I'm so happy about you (I'm fed up, so get up and get out) I'm so happy now we're through (I'm fed up, so get up and get out) I was so afraid, now you're gone away Sent you packing, look who's laughin' now I'm so happy that I feel this way I'm so happy that I threw you away Put your problems down and pick About Rx. "Rx (Medicate)" is a song performed by Canadian rock band Theory of a Deadman, a track on their sixth studio album, Wake Up Call (2017). The song's lyrics were co-written by all four members of the band and address the prescription drug abuse epidemic occurring in North America. It was produced by Martin Terefe and recorded at Terefe

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