All Good Junkies Go To Heaven

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