Feeling like you had enough money
So much that you could do anything
Feeling like you wanted all the medicine
To vanish the night away
Fade into the background
Phase into the shakedown
Better leave your plaque behind
Somebody points a finger gun
Feels as though everybody's won
Stick it to the darkened paper sun
Sticking to the fly paper one by one
Let me see the station you devise
Healing patients you defy
Somebody...
Somebody...
Healing all the minions in holding
Who never conquered anything
Healing all the scopeless contenders
Wasting away when they'll never change
Somebody points a finger gun
Feels as though everybody's won
Stick it to the darkened paper sun
Sticking to the fly paper one by one
Let me see the station you devise
Healing patients you defy
Fade into the background
Phase into the shakedown
Better leave your plaque behind
Somebody...
Somebody...
Somebody...
Somebody points a finger gun
Feels as though everybody's won
Stick it to the darkened paper sun
Sticking to the fly paper one by one
Let me see the station you devise
Healing patients you defy
Somebody...
Somebody...
Somebody...