Oh, what a drag
Breathing from a plastic bag
Oh, what a drag
With any luck, I'll soon go mad
Driving, flying, make it through
Shoot men, kill inside the news
Scratchin', feelin' for some truth
It's like Thursday[?] says you lied, I have the proof
Oh, you're so satisfied
You don't care how many died
As the world splits into evil times
Miseries and smoke-filled skies
Chained down, struggling, what's the use?
Captured by a robot world existing unexcused
Led by hatred and the news
So many rules and regulations or you lose
Oh, what a drag
Breathing in the burning rags
Sky's filled with kerosene
Sunset rears[?] and brays at me
Turnin', tossin', cannot sleep
Could it be the brazen heat?
Madmen, pleadin', block my door
Mad dog droolin' on my floor
Stone-faced general feels afraid
As they throw a gas grenade
My child screams, a shot rings clear
1971, and the war's still here
Oh, what a drag
Breathing in this burning rag
Oh, what a drag
Living in this plastic bag
Oh, you're so satisfied
You're the reason soldiers die
When you finally realize
It will be defeat, too late to cry
Oh, oh, what a drag
Oh, what a, what a drag
Oh, what a drag
A drag, baby …
(ending is band members arguing and talking)
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