Songtexte: The Briefs. Ephedrine Blue.

where is the freedom of choice?
the tv says "we'll be without it"
im in love with you
so my healthy glow
comes with a habit
i want the foam in my lips
epileptic fits
i wanna be socail
seems a pity to me the reality
gona throw it all away

its the right thing to do
(on ephederine)
when you wanna feel cool
(on ephederine)
you proove that your loves true
(on ephederine)
oh what do we gotta do?
without ephederine

baby i dont know why
im climbing the walls
im up in the attick
i got a lethal supply
i live at the Y

but im lucky to have it

oh its the right thing to do
(on ephederine)
when you wanna feel cool
(on ephederine)
pick up the grades at school
(on ephederine)
oh what are we gonna do?
without ephederine

its the right thing to do
(on ephederine)
when you wanna feel cool
(on ephederine)
and proove that youre love's true
(on ephederine)
oh what are we gonna do?
Without ephederine