Well, you see I got some brand new med’cine in pillbox fat.
Yessiree, I got some brand new med’cine in pillbox fat.
Hell, it is swell to take it—
wow, my head feels wonderful after that—
wonderful brand new med’cine in pillbox fat.

Swell pills look so nifty in it,
stunning in plump box with some shine!
Yes, white ones are OC*
and they really bend your head with time.
They keep me balanced when I’ve more dread
than I can handle
with a bottle of wine,
my brand new med’cine in pillbox fat.

Well, what I wanna eat at sunrise:
something to prepare
me for louts and creeps, twits, dumb guys
who [e]mote bullshit fare sans care.
I’ll have a belt—
that’s a round o’ red—
that’s smooth for swiggin’ shares
of the brand new med’cine in pillbox fat.

When I asked the doctor if there could be ’ludes,
“They’re bad for your health,” he plead.
Yes, I disobeyed his orders
arranged with street dude
to go round up some.
“There,” he said.
You know, my old mind was in reverie,
but my cure dipped, skedaddled, up and fled.
More brand new med’cine from pillbox, fast!

Well, I need to get a new ploy gent—
you know: a med mensch eager to score,
who’ll skirt law to gain good drugs for you,
who’ll forge lots for doses’ barrage. . .more!
Alright, these drugs used cost fortunes—dun me
’cause I’ll blow it freely. . .drugs adored
and stored: brand new med’cine in pillbox fat.


*Oxycontin