Ghost Writers Junction - The Pharm Lyrics

Hey there Mr. Wilson can you tell me where it hurts
If you can just show me, I'd try to help you man, for what it's worth
I see your eyes are glazed, staring holes through the other side
I can't help but wonder who's inside, and did he get to say goodbye

I see that you're a Veteran, from the photos on the wall
And if these pictures talked, then you'd stand up 8 feet tall
I see a pretty lady, she draped across your arm
But now she's resting high above while you're here with us my friend
You're here with us till the end

Down at the Pharm
We take oath's to do no harm
So open up wide
Dead presidents keep you alive
Here on the Pharm
Hey man extend your arm
And swallow it down
We'll top you up on the very next round

Hey there Mrs. Johnson, how was your new years day
I know you can't talk to me, but I'm shooting the breeze here, anyway
The drugs don't work anymore, you're starting to fade, to fade black
So they plug you in, and they strap you down
And try to bring you back
Try to bring you back
Momma come back

I know that you're a mother, from your chart held down the hall
But when your son comes in, he can't look at you at all
Tops up your trust account, and quickly drives away
No need to be alarmed sweet lady, you're here with us to stay
You're here with us everyday

Down at the Pharm
We take oath's to do no harm
So open up wide
Dead presidents keep you alive
Here on the Pharm
Hey girl extend your arm
And swallow it down
We'll top you up on the very next round