Paint It Black - The Philadelphia Sound

The Pharmacist

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 pulse but it's no use. My head was screwed on tight, now it's coming loose. I've been to the bottom of a bottle or two, that shit just kept me down. I'm sick of shortcuts that leave me on the fucking ground



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Mackie Nelson, Daniel Benjamin Yemin, David Lee Wagenschutz, Colin Patrick Mcginniss
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Other Album Tracks

  1. Goonies Never Say Die
  2. Good Job, Kid
  3. Boy Afraid
  4. The Pharmacist
  5. Old School or Not You're Still a Dick
  6. Not Bad for an Older Brother
  7. Anniversary
  8. An Hour and a Half Late for Happy Hour

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Altri album

  1. Famine
  2. Dominion
  3. Dominion - Single
  4. Famine - Single
  5. Forever - Single
  6. I Can Fly
  7. Invisible - EP
  8. Invisible
  9. The Philadelphia Sound
  10. Surrender

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