From the pills for the whispering Even children know you are sickened by your own protest and you make sure it will pass And you made it your business to fish the tumor out so you take and shake it, shake it out of the ones you are
When the medicine you fancy has all run out all good junkies go to heaven When the medicine you fancy has all run out all good junkies go to heaven
You bottled divinity for the thimble to drown in It brightens the children's faces when you water your old man a sinner at gun point you keep your monkey fed and he takes and shake it, shake it out of the ones he hurt
When the medicine you fancy has all run out all good junkies go to heaven When the medicine you fancy has all run out all good junkies go to heaven
You bottled divinity for the thimble to drown in It brightens the children's faces when you water the old man a sinner at gun point you keep your monkey fed and he'll take and shake it, shake it out of the ones you are
When the medicine you fancy has all run out all good junkies go to heaven When the medicine you fancy has all run out all good junkies go to heaven