Apothecary

Put a little heat on it Pluck out the thorn from your side Put a little meat on it I got a salve that you know you wanna buy Put a little money on it Generic to throw you a bone Put a little warning on it Keep them down so I stay on the throne Put a little heat on it Smile to cover a lie Promise you'll be better for it Keep coming and you will feel fine Drink a little water for it Wash out the poison or die Drink a little potion for it Chemicals to clean your insides Borrow, swallow, hollow Then, deepest sorrow Conceal what you don't wanna feel It's not real; you're never gonna heal Drink a little water for it Crazy to take it dry The pain that you feel before it Is gone before your very eyes Have a little supper with it The food is the best you can buy Maybe you could afford it And, if not, well, I guess you will die Borrow, swallow, hollow Then, deepest sorrow Conceal what you don't wanna feel It's not real; you're never gonna heal Monday: take twice a day Tuesday: throw the bottle away Wednesday: try to pleasure yourself Thursday is when it all goes to hell Friday: nothing but a static buzz Next day: wake up before the sun Sunday: try to have a little fun Repeat, and always stay on the run Borrow, swallow, hollow Then, deepest sorrow Conceal what you don't wanna feel It's not real; you're never gonna heal