He feels like a sucker, lacking any self confidence
Lived life on the safe side, never had to face consequence
smoked dope once or twice but nothing more profane
In this sheltered life he ain’t never even seen cocaine
But with all the precautions life can still bring its own pain
Although he tried to stop, he’s stuck in a hyrdoplane
Life eats at him and he never feels adequate
To any motherfucker, so he heads for the cabinet
Doesn’t matter how hard he tries or how passionate
He thinks of the jokes they make and man he ain’t havin it
Grabs the bottle of jameson pops cross the kitchen
Reaches for the ambien, to forget what he’s missin
he drops darvecets, his pops is a pharmascist
His life’s become flammable and he is the arsonist
Pills and alcohol have made him less of coward
The caps he devoured, made him feel more empowered

Middle class kids, college clowns and teenie boppers
No better than crack heads self blinding pill poppers
becoming more shallow to the high, blood narrowin
vicadin and xanaex then to hillbilly heroin
OC gets ya high with out injecting they say
And that Its prescribed to thosands it can’t be hamful, ok
Take that logic to everything that you do in a day
A buffet of shit to mask pain in life, wash it away

Now everytime he feels even slightly depressed
He hits his grandmothers room for the next cap to ingest
Gets to the point where he can’t digest the slightest stress
And all he thinks about is pills the caps tend to infest
thoughts manifest quickly to indulging excess
Valiums and percocets washed down with Milwakees Best
Transgressed from an athlete to a shitty condition
Looking like a pale and frail ghost an apirition
Parents force him to visit the family physician
Cause When he’s not high, got a terrible disposition
Doc intervenes right and has him admitted
To rehabilitiation, he claims to be committed
3 months later the habit he claims to have quit it
Only to step out and have his new self retrofitted
With a pill crusher, to get high faster
His new bound life, right back to disaster

Middle class kids, college clowns and teenie boppers
No better than crack heads self blinding pill poppers
becoming more shallow to the high, blood narrowin
vicadin and xanaex then to hillbilly heroin
OC gets ya high with out injecting they say
And that Its prescribed to thosands it can’t be hamful, ok
Take that logic to everything that you do in a day
A buffet of shit to mask pain in life, wash it away

Fast forward 12 years the pill poppers 35
He got himself partly together amaingly still alive
Got a wife and kid now he’s working a 9 to 5
Even got himself a fresh whip, with all wheel drive
His occupation centers on buying and selling stocks
But Still gets high whenever the opportunity knocks
Wife has no clue when he claims he’s working late
takes fake business trips, never tried to interrogate
He’s a professional now, knows how to mask the signs
Visine, coffee, long showers, keeps him looking fine
His work schedule keeps him away from home by design
No father figure to his son, so kid acts out his mind
One day Waits for his mother to leave for work
Heads to the laundry room sifts through his father’s shirt
Front pocket finds a blue and green tablet
He May as well have led that kid straight to the cabinet