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Pills, pills

Pills, pills such pretty pills
Eating so many I can't get my fill,
Yellow and green, orange and blue
So many colors, I love what they do.
 
Pills, pills wonderful pills
Found inside cabinets; on windowsills,
I'm high and I'm low - they're great as pain blockers
Steal them from people and con them from doctors.
 
Pills, pills these miracle pills
Given to people to cure all their ills,
Dissolve so well down deep in your stomach
Solve all your pain or certainly numb it.
 
Pills, pills such peppy pills
Popping them purely for all of the thrills,
The party keeps thumping inside of your head
Til you take four downers and then go to bed.
 
Pills, pills strange little pills
The ache in your heart and the strain on your will,
Their chain of addiction is too hard to break
Withdrawals are cruel and too hard to take.
 
Pills, pills horrible pills
You never did tell me how you could kill,
You stole many years, my family and friends
I'm taking them back now so this is the end.
Written by mikemason (White Tiger)
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