From these pills for the whisperer Even children know you are sickened by your own protests And you make sure it will pass And you've made it your business to fetch the tumor out So you take it, shake it, shake it now out of the ones you owe
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 a thimble to drown in It brightens the children's faces when you water your old man A sinner at gunpoint, you keep your monkey fed And he takes it, shake it, shake it now 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 a thimble to drown in It brightens the children's faces when you water the old man A sinner at gunpoint, you keep your monkey fed And he'll take it, shake it, shake it now out of the ones he hurt