PCP Wednesdays Lyrics

Soundbite stimulant

Forty second euphoria

Boring

I need a joint, not a drink

I wanna fly

Come out and play

Don't be afraid of the brain

Be the author of the thought that you think

There's a snowman dying in the summer, sharing a needle with his lover

I burn the silver spoon

I need to use

Metamorphosis under full moon

The relaxation of a relapse nation

Gotta be at central station by two

I saw it in her eyes

Her pupils ten miles wide

New rush I need it

New rush I need it

New rush I need it

New rush I need it

New rush I need it

New rush I need it

New rush I need it

Relapse, repeat it

Sidewalk stimulant

Simulated euphoria

Boring

I need a bump or a sniff

I'm way too high

Come out and play

Don't be afraid of the brain

I'm the monster living under your sink

(Ahh, hehehehe, shh)

I'm dreaming

I'm beaming

I'm feeling like I need another rush

(Gimme it, gimme it, gimme it)

I'm not breathing

She's screaming

I think there's something evil in my cup

What is one to do with an inherited quality?

Diazepam driven doxology

I wanna be smokin' PCP in the middle of the street on a Wednesday afternoon

(I've got the itch)

It's gripping onto me

There's somewhere I've gotta be

Discipline, over to you

(Don't be a bitch)

I wanna be smokin' PCP in the middle of the street on a Wednesday afternoon

(I've got the itch)

It's gripping onto me

There's somewhere I've gotta be

Discipline, over to you

(Don't be a bitch)

New rush I need it

New rush I need it

New rush I need it

New rush I need it

Relapse, repeat it

New rush I need it

New rush I need it

'And that was 'PCP Wednesdays' by DREGGmusic in E harmonic minor

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