Miss Friday Night - LOVELORN DOLLS

Down the stair

She dries her hair

Locked in that room again

She’s on the phone,

She’s always home

She feels no pain again

In calm or stormy weather, she acts the same

As always and forever, she’s drugged again

Blissful garden, good or evil,

Blissful taste of peace

Usual Friday night she’s high and dry and lost inside

Another Friday night, Miss Victim cries and no one knows

Down her bed

She takes her med

Locked in that circle again

As always and forever, she lost the game

Blissful garden, good or evil,

Blissful taste of peace

Usual Friday night she’s high and dry and lost inside

Another Friday night, Miss Victim cries and no one knows

she’s drugged, she’s drugged again

she’s drugged, she’s drugged again

she’s drugged, she’s drugged again

she’s drugged, she’s drugged again

In calm or stormy weather

she’s drugged again