The medicine cabinet's empty,
There's nothing for my head.
Inside I'm made of concrete,
My eyelids feel like lead.
I'm feeling for a pulse,
But it's no use.
My head was screwed on tight now it's coming loose.
And I've been to the bottom of a bottle or two;
That shit just kept me down.
I'm sick of short cuts leave me on the ground.
Paint It Black - The Pharmacist Lyrics
Paint It Black - The Pharmacist Lyrics
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English
The medicine cabinet's empty,
There's nothing for my head.
Inside I'm made of concrete,
My eyelids feel like lead.
I'm feeling for a pulse,
But it's no use.
My head was screwed on tight now it's coming loose.
And I've been to the bottom of a bottle or two;
That shit just kept me down.
I'm sick of short cuts leave me on the ground.
There's nothing for my head.
Inside I'm made of concrete,
My eyelids feel like lead.
I'm feeling for a pulse,
But it's no use.
My head was screwed on tight now it's coming loose.
And I've been to the bottom of a bottle or two;
That shit just kept me down.
I'm sick of short cuts leave me on the ground.
Writer: ANDY NELSON, DAN YEMEN, DAVID WAGENSUTZ, DAVID ANDREW HAUSE
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Performed By: Paint It Black
Language: English
Length: 1:09
Written by: ANDY NELSON, DAN YEMEN, DAVID WAGENSUTZ, DAVID ANDREW HAUSE