Eight-Ball, Coroner’s Pocket Hail the Sun
Fictional physician!
I get a large euphoria from such a small formula, yeah, yeah
A little paper on the side will be my ticket to ride, yeah, yeah
Heavy feeling, refill my way to the sky
Happy feeling, replacing doubt in my mind
Doctor's orders: take some more; I'm hearing knocks at the door
Meddling family, go home; I feel much less than before
So what? (Because it)
Now what? (Is an axe)
Meddling family stay away!
Meddling family go, go, go-
Doctor, your patients are here
Hey, across the counter:
You'll quiet down as I slowly get louder!
Cancer, coma, panic, pills; it just doesn't matter!
I swallow blackouts
Formula helping us formulate!
I still picture all of what happened the day I got locked in my head
(Soma)
(Soma) Just get a script!
(Someone) Needs medicine!
(Silenced) Up 'til the end!
(Soma) Just get a script!
(Someone) Needs medicine!
(Silenced) Up 'til the end
(So long)
