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
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 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