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Something In The Water

They’ve put something in the water
Of that I am damn sure
For forty years, a happy guy
Never depressed before

Now I keep pill popping happy pills
“They’ll cure all of my woes”
Little pills, massive pills
In what orifice do I put those?

I am a slave to happy pills
They dictate my life each day
I really should just consider
Throwing them away

I don’t have money for rehab
I just don’t have the wealth
Soon I won’t have the luxury
Of knowing I have my health

The side effects are crippling
The worst of constipation
Really need to detox
Maybe some colonic irrigation

Doctor, am I really depressed?
Doctor smirks and shrugs
Knowing another slave is captured
To those prescription drugs

“I perhaps just need a hobby”
The doctor just persists
Got to keep those back handers coming
From the pharmacists

It’s the pharmacists who rule the world
Forget about the rest
Is it really any wonder?
Why everyone is ‘depressed’

People diagnosed with depression
Each day more and more and more
They’ve put something in the water
Of that I am damn sure
Written by GWHILL
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