LYRICS:

It’s Friday morning and you’re slipping me my medicine

Tie me up I’m ticking, wide awake & comatose

But in the back of my mind, I’m wondering if I’ve already overdosed

It’s Friday morning and you’re slipping me my medicine

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Hey, PillPusher, put your hands on me

I want to feel everything

Hey, PillPusher, put your hands on me

I want to taste everything, feel everything on you

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It’s Sunday morning and I’m high in the confessional

The saints smile hides secrets in the stained-glass blur

But in my darkest hour, highest power is me, myself & her

The priest pleads, "Trust me, I'm a professional"

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I get the shakes when you test my faith, I need a sedative

And if I trip and try to go straight you suck me in again