Oldschool Punk song I wrote awhile ago, it's fast and sweet like punk should be. Title is medicine
Breaking things into words
I'm not going to be bothered
I heard my medicine arrived
Shutting down for tonight
Chorus-
I don't need help
Just a place to sleep
I don't need help
Just a place to eat
I don't need help
I just need a fix
Right now, I feel so tired
Why be bothered at 2pm
I'm up when they stop knockin
I'll be out before next month
chorus-
verse chords 2x
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