My friend hates needles but he's not chicken He knows all the statistics and his chance is slim He's making up excuses just to buy tin foil And erode all of the meat around his gangly coil I know a lot of men in hardcore bands Who collectively funding the Colombians Straight-edge guys who turn to weed and beer Now they all got divorced and they all grew beards
Not me, I'm a pill man Not me, I'm a pill man Not me, it's a thrill, man Not me, I like my pills
Some say it's a simple and a sterile crutch A number on the bottle and three lines of dust Killing brain cells in increments Just to reel it all in 'til it all makes sense So you like to have a drink knowing you might drown In the Friday's bar where the dead go down Take opioids or your homespun meth Or claim that tripping helps you write the best
Not me, I'm a pill man Not me, I'm a pill man Not me, it's a thrill, man Not me, I like Not me, I like Not me, I like my pills
Not me, I'm a pill man Not me, I'm a pill man Not me, I'm a fill man Not me Not me
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