Painkillers

Very lovely mornin'

Try not to kill yourself today

Think of all that you'd be missin'

Prescription-made painkillers

Count your blessin's early

'Fore the lot'll hit the gates

Winnin's for the lucky

Livin' just takes painkillers

Livin' just comes with a bit of heartache

Heartache comes with a bit of young faith

Faith stays young till your heart get broken

Hope grows up to become someday

I'll never hurt no one, and no one'll ever hurt me

I believe, I believe, I believe

Faith play dumb to the doubts I leave

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe

Man, I won't fall till the people all speak

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe

Canaan ain't far for the souls who barter their pain for sweet relief

My queen won't feed on milk and honey

She's impartial to the summer sun

She's a lone fire burnin' in the sand

And a cold, lonely night without one

She cocks her pistols 'fore she pops her collar

Oh, she's all but lethal pullin' off that laser gun

She rips the halos off of angels for the fun of it

If all she does is smile at you, run

What do you need these for?

'Round here, the cries die young

Fly, Mama, fly to where you come, speak, Mama

'Round here, the quiet die young

Very lovely mornin'

Don't kill yourself today

Think of all that you'll be missin'

And don't you ever pay mind

To that line in your way, says you'll ruin it

You'll ruin this for everybody, won't you?

It's a very lovely mornin'

Try not to kill yourself today

Think of all that you'll be missin'

Prescription-made painkillers