Dear sons and daughters, of forgotten fathers We were born dead on accident, we're a failed experiment Of a doctor who lost his notes, proscribing patients a lethal dose with two parts love and one part lust one part greed for both of us There's no cure for our dysfunction So we celebrate our condition The bottle broke pills fell out, We overdosed on lovers' doubt The bottle broke we drank it all pa**ed out and missed the doctor's call Pills plastic and bottles thick The diagnosis is in we're sick.