"Why Do You Think They Call It Dope?" lyrics - LOVE/HATE

Why do you think they call it dope?
Nighttime, shooting star, the sun started to rain
Trees lost branches, gurus' trances, black-brassiered dancers
Little dears
Showdown's coming, it's no joke, mouth is running, it's a stroke
That's what I think when I'm so fucked up I can't even find the door
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you think they call it dope?
When your heart beats fast, you're so broke, in your car with the red lights flashing
Look sincere, smell like beer, roach in the ashtray
Going to the pokey
Thirty days later, ten bucks left, hands are shaking
Looking for a dime bag
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you think they call it dope?
Dirty little dopers on dope so bad
Dirty little dopers on dope so bad
When two and two turn into five you'll probably see it my way
When bad is good, like it should, things turn upside down
Some people say its hip to say no, my town it's green light go
For party rockin' anglels now it's trigger happy
Slang-bang-pow
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you think they call it dope?