Call up the doc
Time for new meds
Stuck on the cell block
Feeding my simple head
Solitary confinement is so loud
At least until they bring me pills
I can't say that I'm proud
Of all these cheap thrills
Of all the things I abuse
At least they're always there
Something I can constantly use
To cover up the fact no one cares
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
Call up the doc
Time for new meds
Stuck on the cell block
Feeding my simple head
Solitary confinement is so loud
At least until they bring me pills
I can't say that I'm proud
Of all these cheap thrills
Of all the things I abuse
At least they're always there
Something I can constantly use
To cover up the fact no one cares
