Well I keep these things down deep in my pocket
Hey it ain’t a good luck charm and it ain’t a wallet
It’s a hand full of fun, ain’t nothin’ can top it
Every now and then I stop, lock, and drop it
You can find these things in the strangest of places
The richest of homes, on the prettiest of faces
Why just last week I bought 6 off a soccer mom
Ah pills, mmm pills, see it’s a rainbow of pharmaceutical street drug thrill
Ah pills, mmm pills, sue the lobbyists, the FDA and all of their pills
I get some from my dad in swap for some crack
And some from a kid that don’t know where he’s at
And 60 a month cause my doctor is my buddy
I got round ones, skinny ones, square ones too
Hell I even got some of the kind that you chew
It don’t matter how you take ‘em
All that matters is what they do
Ah pills, mmm pills, see it’s a rainbow of pharmaceutical street drug thrill
Ah pills, mmm pills, sue the lobbyists, the FDA and all of their pills
Some say I’m addicted and these are the vices
But all I know is it kind of suffices
To want me to tell them all just to shut the {guitar pluck} up
Ah pills, mmm pills, see it’s a rainbow of pharmaceutical street drug thrill
Ah pills, mmm pills, sue the lobbyists, the FDA and all of their pills
Sue the folks they pay to do what they say
The doctors, psychologist, the pharmacist, the radiologist, the oncologist, the endocrinologist, the gynecologist, the obstetrician, the pediatrician, my very favorite electrician buddy from the east side of the river back home in Waco that we call Sparky…and all of their pills
