Life gives my stomach knots
Dread conquers my thoughts
I am weak, for I can take it no longer
As life goes on, it gets wronger and wronger
I look to the pills; I look to the bottle
They are kind and act as my throttle
Uppers and downers
My friendly encounters
People: my enemies
Hates and jealousies
They are all better than I could ever be
They have more than I could ever see
So what will I take today?
What will make these thoughts go away?
But they'll be back, just like a pest
What I need is eternal rest