This one makes you smile,
and that one makes you grow.
This one makes you smaller,
and that one makes you behave.

These ones are for sleeping,
and those ones keep you up.
These ones keep you quiet,
and those ones help your heart.

Little white ones are for me
when Mother can't stand the crying.
Round ones are for Brother,
when his heart can't beat alone.

The Purple are for Mother,
to keep from having more.
And green ones are for sister,
so she doesn't fight back at all.

The bottles in the cabinet,
all lined up in a row,
they keep things running smoothly,
and make sure we all behave.

I wonder what would happen,
if all the bottles in the cabinet,
all the pills they store inside,
were taken just by me.

Do you think I'd go see Alice,
in the red queens field of roses?
Or would I fall into the darkness,
Of a merciful God's hell.