Song Description

It is much easier and safer (that is, legal) to use prescription brainkillers --viz. women, work and TV, regardless of their respective qualities--to proceed through life.

Lyrics

Give me baby,
a shot of your brainkiller.
Prescription Tanto,
And high-o Silver.
Your lips are tasty,
But your eyes are bitter,
So turn your face honey,
Into the pillow.

The razor's safer when it's dull,
Nine to five, a damaged skull.

Give me baby,
a dose of your brain killer,
A Chemo Barbi,
on sarsaparilla.
A lotus potion,
Life-counterfeiter.
The empty spaces
Need your time filler.

Days are better when they're past,
John Wayne will come and kick your ass.