Self-Medication from Alligator Shoes by Bronson Rock

Had a drummer named Clyde, spent five years on the couch
His inadequacies, he tried to work ‘em all out
If we’re the sum of our fears, you know he had a shitload
But some self-medication kept the show on the road.

It’s only late afternoon when you load in the club
Get the sound levels set, the amps warmed up
Now you’re off until ten, you don’t wanna implode
Little self-medication keeps the show on the road

In the plexus solar, feeling bipolar
Frequent changes in mood
Your hands get shaky and your head gets achy
While you’re tryin’ to act subdued

Therapeutic, pharmaceutic
Or a bottle that’s been distilled
Your car gains speed, it's all you need
To probably get you killed

Left side of your brain will follow each compunction
While the right side strives to project high function
Your circuits might hum or they might overload
Remember self-medication keeps the show on the road

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