There’s a prescription to fill
but first we need a little blood
a little cum to count diseases
all your abnormalities
Here’s a shot of sodium
here’s a chain around your ankle
here’s the same old manic state
you thought you gave up long ago
There’s a shadow with a chain
wrapped around my ankle
dragging me along
with a slow, determined pace
Here’s a pill and there’s a pen
full of incoherent ink
there’s a prescription to fill
there’s that same old manic state.
