Quick Fix

By Foetus

On Flow

Released on May 9, 2001

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[Intro]

It's not a crime if you don't get caught

A marriage made in the emergency ward

I'd rather ride the roller coaster

Than the merry go rou-ou-ou-ound


[Verse 1]

My brain conspires against me

A self fulfilling prophecy

I'd rather eat peaches

Than taste that golden brown


[Pre-Chorus]

No one that you can rely on

Long ago I gave up tryin'

No one on whom you can depend

And I got a home I gotta defend

(Here we go again)


[Chorus]

It's getting harder to relate

It's such a bitch to just stay grounded

Please tell me that it's not too late

That my fears are all unfounded

It's a steady downhill slide

And the screws are turning tighter

And you never will unwind

Your complexion's turning whiter


[Post-Chorus]

Quick fix!

You reap what you sow, and I oughta know

You reap what you sow, and I oughta know

You reap what you sow, and I oughta know

You reap what you sow, and I oughta know

Quick fix!


[Verse 2]

Liquid courage and powered panache

Stolen light late night gate crash

Long heedless of the pipes and needles

Scattered on the grou-ou-ou-ound

It's too late for apologies

There's no respect, no boundaries

Barricade the building

Burn the projects down!


[Pre-Chorus]

No one that you can rely on

Long ago I gave up tryin'

No one on whom you can depend

And I got a head I gotta defend

(Here we go again)


[Chorus]

It's getting harder to relate

It's such a bitch to just stay grounded

Please tell me that it's not too late

That my fears are all unfounded

It's a steady downhill slide

And the noose is getting tighter

And you never will unwind

Your complexion's turning whiter


[Post-Chorus]

Quick fix!

You reap what you sow, and I oughta know

You reap what you sow, and I oughta know

You reap what you sow, and I oughta know

You reap what you sow, and I oughta know

Quick fix!


[Verse 3]

Perfect victim sitting duck

They're in the playground waiting

I can hear their stereos

I can see their whores fellating

Pull the covers 'round your head

They're waiting at your door

Better load your .44, this is civil war

You better load your .44, this is civil war

Quick fix!