| The Drugs aren’t getting it done,
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| God this is fun I wish I was dead,
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| The pills aren’t getting me by,
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| Don’t want to get high,
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| Just out of my head.
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| So call my doctor, buzz a nurse,
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| Yes it’s clear I’ve gone from weird to worse. |
| (yeah)
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| Burn my chart and read my lips,
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| Put me on a slow and steady drip,
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| What? |
| Oh you did?!
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| The drugs aren’t getting it done.
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| God this is fun I wish I was dead,
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| The pills aren’t getting me by,
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| Don’t want to get high,
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| Just out of this head.
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| I may be lazy, may be stressed,
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| Or something from my childhood’s been repressed,
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| I tried the old ones and the new,
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| Pink and yellow, mellow baby blue, ow, it’s no use!
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| The drugs aren’t getting it done,
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| God this was fun I wish I was dead,
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| The pills aren’t getting me by,
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| Don’t wanna get high,
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| Just out of this head.
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| The drugs aren’t getting it done, ow
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| The drugs aren’t getting it done,
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| Ow, no, ow no, on the run
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| mmmhmm, I’m done, ain’t this fun?
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| I’m done! |