Lyrics

I’m riding the elevator with your psychiatrist
Wanting to berate her over our lost years

How I wish you were here
like Ol’ Roger put it to Syd
When I was a kid, I took Adderall with a friend
By no surprise I was zombified
But I did well on the standardized test
My soul had gone, but then it reappeared
I’ve watched the light fade from your eyes
Ninety-nine fails, one hundred tries
“Hon, meet my new friend, he’s a chemical engineer”

Is there a placebo for Benzodiazepine?
This couple that we know eat Zoloft like jellybeans

What do I say to the pusher who took you away?
Is she not to blame?
Should I shame the FDA
for their unholy matrimony
to pharmaceutical laboratories?
Why do the guards always put themselves up for sale?
That serotonin needs to rise
And every pill depletes your sexual drive
There’s a prescription for that
Like a lover’s bail

Riding the elevator with your psychiatrist
Staring all my hate into her espadrilles