Pharmacy Chronicles

Side two fillers, prescribed painkillers
Drowning in the grease paint, and the mirror don't lie
A minor scale, and a skeleton key
The words sound wise, but they mean nothing to me

And it's lost that they remember
Perfume, champagne, and sin
Oh, the good times never end

Don't call the doctor, don't call the priest
Tell old Saint Michael there ain't no priest
Leave it all behind you
Let the demons find you

Lying, grinning, in bricks, in pillage
It only takes one time, and then you're never the same
Sickbeds and teacups, masterpieces or rough cuts
It's all cold honey, and plain rain

And it's lost that they remember
Perfume, champagne, and sin
Oh, the good times never end

Don't call the doctor, don't call the priest
Tell old Saint Michael there ain't no feast
Leave it all behind you
Let the demons find you

Well, it's lost that they remember
Perfume, champagne, and sin
Oh, the good times never end
Oh, they never end
No, they never end
Say the good times never end
Oh, oh, they never end

I said the good times
The good times
The good times never end
Never end
Oh, whoa