Jan 24 2007
Bad Medicine
You don’t have to hurt
You don’t have to feel
Get rid of the dirt
The pain isn’t real
Just come take this pill
And go on with life
You’re not sad, you’re ill
You don’t deserve strife
Pop, swallow, and down
The medicine is great
We’ll cure all your frowns
And help you cheat fate
Do what you want to
And go where you will
There’s no consequence now
When you take this pill
Yes, ain’t life great
Now that we have the pill
