DESCRIPTION:
Pills falling down from the sky, the assortments please the eye.
and beating the piñata senseless could freshen your supply.
Short handed, left stranded, name branded helpless full of hope. When people like that wreck our world we'd like medicine to cope!
We are witness to the degeneration. Looking for pleasure in a world of no fun. We want our reds, ludes, poppers and our klonopins. You've gone too far with your war on nothing!
A pez dispenser, reality condenser, you know there's gold in them thar pills.
You stay the same, to bowl another frame. 3 of your fingers are sticking in my head.