The Drugs aren't getting it done,
God this is fun I wish I was dead,
The pills aren't getting me by,
Don't want to get high,
Just out of my head.
So call my doctor, buzz a nurse,
Yes it's clear I've gone from weird to worse. (yeah)
Burn my chart and read my lips,
Put me on a slow and steady drip,
What? Oh you did!?
The d** aren't getting it done.
God this is fun I wish I was dead,
The pills aren't getting me by,
Don't want to get high,
Just out of this head.
I may be lazy, may be stressed,
Or something from my childhood's been repressed,
I tried the old ones and the new,
Pink and yellow, mellow baby blue, ow, it's no use!
The d** aren't getting it done,
God this was fun I wish I was dead,
The pills aren't getting me by,
Don't wanna get high,
Just out of this head.
The d** aren't getting it done,ow
The d** aren't getting it done,
Ow, no, ow no, on the run
mmmhmm, I'm done, ain't this fun?
I'm done!