Down the stair
She dries her hair
Locked in that room again
She’s on the phone,
She’s always home
She feels no pain again
In calm or stormy weather, she acts the same
As always and forever, she’s drugged again
Blissful garden, good or evil,
Blissful taste of peace
Usual Friday night she’s high and dry and lost inside
Another Friday night, Miss Victim cries and no one knows
Down her bed
She takes her med
Locked in that circle again
As always and forever, she lost the game
Blissful garden, good or evil,
Blissful taste of peace
Usual Friday night she’s high and dry and lost inside
Another Friday night, Miss Victim cries and no one knows
she’s drugged, she’s drugged again
she’s drugged, she’s drugged again
she’s drugged, she’s drugged again
she’s drugged, she’s drugged again
In calm or stormy weather
she’s drugged again