Get off the Dope

That grandstand feeling

A pulse shock forward and back

He scraped away the coat

Underneath the grey a powder white

Well I’m alright

I like the height he often said

She didn’t think that he was

She didn’t really care

Oh–

So predictable

Ya gotta get of the dope

Oh – Mr. Typical

Ya gotta get of the dope

He watched her from a corner

G-sleep never far away

And danced for his attention

But Gina she was on his brain

She felt the groove and moved

Until the dance got bored

The end it was ironic

He was the one who hit the floor

Oh – Mr. Pitiful

Ya gotta get off the dope

Oh – so predictable

Ya gotta get of the dope

And so he wore her down

The crux, a plate, a line, a straw

He said he’d take her to a place in

Space that she’d adore

Then the lies – her eyes

Cold remorseful shame

It took her three to five until

She was on her feet again

Oh – so predictable

Ya gotta get off the dope

Oh – Mr. Typical

Ya gotta give up the dope man

Oh – stop being cynical

Ya gotta get off the dope

Oh – I’m hypocritical

Ya gotta get off the dope