Fictional physician

I get a large euphoria
From such a small formula, yeah, yeah
A little paper on the side will be
My ticket to ride, yeah, yeah

Heavy feeling, refill my way to the sky
Happy feeling, replacing doubt in my mind
Doctor's orders: take some more;
I'm hearing knocks at the door
Meddling family, go home;
I feel much less than before

So what? (Because it)
Now what? (Is an ax)
Meddling family stay away
Meddling family go, go, go

Doctor, your patients are here

Hey, across the counter
You'll quiet down as I slowly get louder
Cancer, coma, panic, pills; it just doesn't matter
I swallow blackouts
Formula helping us formulate

I still picture all of what happened the day
I got locked in my head

(Soma, Soma) Just get a script
(Someone) Needs medicine
(Silenced) Up 'til the end
(Soma) Just get a script
(Someone) Needs medicine
(Silenced) Up 'til the end
(So long)

And I'm losing my patients
I'm losing my patients
I'm losing my patients
I'm losing my, I'm losing my...
Now I've lost all my patience
I've lost all my patience
I've lost all my patience
I'm losing my, I'm losing my...


Lyrics submitted by Jazzy5295

Eight-Ball, Coroner's Pocket song meanings
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