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He bought two fifths of lead-free gasoline
Said, "the bottle is dusty, but my engine is clean"
He bought a nice blue suit with the money he could find
If his bride didn't like it, St. Peter wouldn't mind
Now I lie here so out-of-breath and
Over-opiated
Maybe I couldn't catch up, no, but
Maybe he could have waited
Well the medicine man started seeing red
You'd think the snake just dreams up the poison in his head
While addicted to approval, addicted to the air
It was see if you like it or see you up there
Well, now I lie here so out-of-breath and
Over-opiated
Maybe I couldn't catch up, no, but
Maybe he could have waited
Now I lie here so out-of-breath and
Over-opiated
Maybe I couldn't catch up, no, but
Maybe he could have waited
Now I lie here so out-of-breath and
Over-opiated
Maybe I couldn't catch up, no, but
Maybe he could have waited
Maybe he could have waited
Maybe he could have waited
Said, "the bottle is dusty, but my engine is clean"
He bought a nice blue suit with the money he could find
If his bride didn't like it, St. Peter wouldn't mind
Now I lie here so out-of-breath and
Over-opiated
Maybe I couldn't catch up, no, but
Maybe he could have waited
Well the medicine man started seeing red
You'd think the snake just dreams up the poison in his head
While addicted to approval, addicted to the air
It was see if you like it or see you up there
Well, now I lie here so out-of-breath and
Over-opiated
Maybe I couldn't catch up, no, but
Maybe he could have waited
Now I lie here so out-of-breath and
Over-opiated
Maybe I couldn't catch up, no, but
Maybe he could have waited
Now I lie here so out-of-breath and
Over-opiated
Maybe I couldn't catch up, no, but
Maybe he could have waited
Maybe he could have waited
Maybe he could have waited
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Opiated Lyrics as written by Gordon Sinclair Gordon Downie
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
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This is a song about a guy who kills himself, leaving a friend behind.
Each verse contains the threat of suicide in its final lines: "if his bride didn't like it, St. Peter wouldn't mind" in the first, and "it was see if you like it, or see you up there" in the second. Suicide, rather than murder, because it's his new blue suit that St. Peter might like, rather than anything of his bride's. He's "addicted to approval," and if it's withdrawn, he's going to off himself.
Before he offs himself, he gets drunk. That ain't two fifths of gasoline in that bottle; the following line is slyly lifted from a Grateful Dead song, "Brown-Eyed Women," which is about a bootlegger. As the Dead have it, "the bottle was dusty, but the liquor was clean." Booze is fuel to his suicidal impulse -- the snake doesn't just dream up the poison in his head.
The singer is left behind, and if not actually opiated, that's how he feels: numb. Maybe he couldn't have stopped the guy from offing himself. On the other hand, maybe he could have waited for help.
Escape is at Hand for the Travellin' Man has another, not dissimilar, take on a friend's suicide.