Miss Friday Night

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