| My friend hates needles, but he’s not chicken
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| Knows all the statistics, and his chance is slim
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| Making up excuses just to buy tin foil
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| And erode all of the meat around his gangly core
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| I know a lot of men in hardcore bands
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| Collectively funding the Colombians
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| Straight-edge guys who turn to weed and beer
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| Now they all got divorced and they all grow beards
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| Not me, I’m a pill man
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| Not me, I’m a pill man
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| Not me, it’s a thrill, man
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| Not me, I like my pills, oh
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| Some say it’s a simple and a sterile crutch
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| A number on the bottle and three lines of dust
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| Killing brain cells in increments
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| To reel it all in 'til it all makes sense
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| So you like to have a drink knowing you might drown
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| In the Friday’s bar where the dead go down
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| Take opoids or your home-spun meth
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| Claim that tripping helps you write the best
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| Not me, I’m a pill man
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| Not me, I’m a pill man
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| Not me, it’s a thrill, man
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| Not me, I like
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| Not me, I like
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| Not me, I like my pills
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| Not me, I’m a pill man (The pills, not me)
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| Not me, I’m a pill man (You made your choice now)
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| Not me, I’m a fill man (Oh)
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| Hey, whoa
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| Not me (You let me be)
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| Oh, oh
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| Not me (Won't deal no more)
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| (Oh)
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| I’m a pill man
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| Not me (The pills, not me)
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| Not me (You made your choice now) |