Deprogrammers Do Not Exist 7" by Blindfold
Running naked escaping a desert of drugs where the sand's cannabis and the sun's an acid head everything around me tries to bring me down the only thing that protects is my will inside free me from the strings I will no longer pay for won't load me up with the shit I've got the will to say no nothing grows, nothing smiles in a desert of drugs plain hate, nothing else the desert spreads the oasis is threatened.