The seed of the apothecary, an heir to aided ends
She loves the sound they make
As they expel a breath, the soul from the chest
She laughs a little, but never makes a sound
She swears she's offering you something savory (what lies she tells)
So take a drink, her product's number one (right down the hatch)
And now, it seems, a smooth intoxication
Well, just one drop is more than enough
She never dwells on penitence, advancing in a haze
A million men have reached an end
A side effect of incompetence
She laughs a little, but never smiles
She swears she's offering you something savory (what lies she tells)
So take a drink, her product's number one (right down the hatch)
And now, it seems, a smooth intoxication
Well, just one drop is more than enough
She has her superstitions, they've got their rational on call
They never saw it coming, they never stood a chance
She's got a new tradition, involving ethylene glycol
They never saw it coming, they never stood a chance
She has no apprehension, habit sustains her wickedness
They never saw it coming, they never stood a chance
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With the weight of the world on her shoulders
She don't want none of the sins as they unfurl in her palms, in her palms
With the weight of the world on her shoulders
She don't want none of the sins as they unfurl in her palms, in her palms
Take this bottle
Take this bottle
Take this bottle
Take this bottle
Take this bottle
Take this bottle