Magic Magic Magic Magic Ain't no magic bullet come from a magic shell No other way to put it, far as I can tell Ain't no way to solve a problem of the streets With an itchy trigger finger servant of disease I mean come on, oh come on Hear it from the people, read it in the press Learn it at the steeple, forget it in distress Looking for salvation, just a little help But it never seems to find me, I'm gonna take it for myself I mean come on, oh come on I mean come on, come on That low feeling starting to get to me, need to find escape So smoke, it fills the lungs as drink corrupts the brain And morals get confused in a desperate mind And there ain't no wrong or right in a desperate time But I know there's a solution deep within myself But I ain't never gonna reach it without somebody's help I mean come on, oh come on I mean come on, come on Come on Come on