Composed, performed, produced by Bob Forbes.
Lyrics
Fantasy pharmacy with neon on display,
Midnight directions says "take one if you stay"
Tiny silver promise, hollow in the palm,
You smile like a cure, but you sure look calm.
What kind of pill are you - angel or a lie?
Sweet little capsule, make me fly or make me die?
What kind of pill are you - poison or a thrill?
Try and find the answer, against your will.
Feedback bleeding through the morning haze,
You paint the way gold, then burn it in a blaze.
A taste of velvet luster, a sweetened lullaby,
One swallow of your comfort, would it be goodbye?
What kind of pill are you - angel or a lie?
Sweet little capsule, make me fly or make me die?
What kind of pill are you - poison or a thrill?
Try and find the answer, against your will.
I've counted on occasions, thinking it could be real fun,
Trading those illusions for a war that's never won.
You're a midnight dealer with a saint's disguise
I want to burn the idea, turn the truth back into light.
What kind of pill are you - angel or a lie?
Sweet little capsule, make me fly or make me die?
What kind of pill are you - poison or a thrill?
Try and find the answer, against your will.
Copyright 2025; Bob Forbes
Sounds great