I decided in the waiting room
I would take my favor due
My condition like a gentle fuse
"˜Til it burns the sickness through
Give up your guns you knew
Far from the poison so true
"˜Cause they feed you the fix,
I was thinking in the waiting room
That the body knows the truth
If you swallow what they sell to you
You're the bait for their pursuit
Fast from the run off you knew
Back to the bargain I choose
"˜Cause they feed you the fix,
"˜Cause they feed you the fix,