Schizophrenia sucks, but the pills suck even more. trust me.
punk
acoustic
folk
harmonica
crass
schizophrenia
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Story behind the song
i seriously don't like nuero-medications
Lyrics
wistfully waking and turning to choke
your bedfellows a reminder of a practical joke
delusion is the first in your little black book
and humor will save you with a flying chinook
boredom will chill and smoke your last bowl
apathy is quietly digging you a hole
you're lighting your candle your sucking up air
you're coughing and wheezing as if you didn't care
Chorus
and you are singing your songs
as if you knew all along
you pretend you're blind so you think you can see
the things that sight will not let you beleive
tossing and turning, trying to sleep
the ghosts in your room are not making a peep
paranoia sees you and rears it's head
fear will smell you and choke you in bed
pride will cry in the corner till dawn
while love mumbles singing your song
your head is buried deep in your sheets
while your mind wrestles with who to beleive
CHORUS
here take these pills
they will quell what is making you ill
they'll tear up your insided, might make you combust
but as long as you take them you'll be one of us
here take these pills
we don't quite know what's making you ill
but here's the key to the magical door
trust your doctor he's no corporate whore
here take these pills
come back in six weeks and say how you feel
i'll take my notes and than up your dose
if it don't work than there's more pills i can dispose