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 Usual Friday night she’s high and dry and lost inside Another Friday night, Miss Victim cries and no one knows