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 [bad word] out
All good junkies go to heaven
When the medicine you fancy has [bad word] 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
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 [bad word] out
all good junkies go to heaven
When the medicine you fancy has [bad word] 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
sinner at gunpoint, you keep your monkey fed
And he'll take it, shake it, shake it now out of the ones he hurt