Run to the Pills

I can’t walk so I just drive, my Zimmer frame substitute for life,
Coz in LA there ain’t no way, got to get my med’s today,
I call the quack and star to cry,”With out these pills, man I’m gon’na die”
It’s La, La, Laaaa in La, La land; I grease the palm of Arny’s hand
“Ill be back” but not today, got to keep those nut jobs away,
We cruse for skirt in dad’s SUV watching grannies get plastic surgery
I hit the 101 at 95, all the funn of being alive
I hit the gas and burn the smoke, watching as the piggy’s choke

Run to the pill’s (sedatives)
Run for the knife
Run to the pill’s
Substitute for life

Life in La, fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fake assed people drowning solid air
“No time this time” got ‘a go, people to blow, arse’s to kiss, so here we go!
Chew my food, spit it out, watch what you say there’s lawyers about.
Surf in sewerage, die my hair with bleach, pump some iron down muscle beach
Dogs in hand bags, pigs on the street, cats at discos, dead to electro beat
Makes me wander how we all get on, In LA this messed up time bomb
Some times you can't see the sky, take some pills “learn to fly”
Livings easy life is cheap; so much botox just can’t speak.

Run to the pill’s (speed pill’s)
Run for the knife
Run to the pill’s
That control your life

Living on McD’s “I’m lovin it” “I’m lovin it” too week to breath, too fat to move.
Like a whale fed to death on that junk food groove.
4 walls, 1 door, no life, pull down the walls, to go to the toilet
Wobbling, rolling, your not controlling, the life you have’s a dirty secret
Feeder feed me please don’t leave me, your next victim hides behind a super size burger
Skinny people, Jabba the hut people, is any one here the least bit normal
Hall of mirrors, dismrofhic actors, you fuck up your face to play in the pictures
But we all get old, and then we die, but until then let the cameras lie

Run to the pill’s (die’t pill’s)
Run for the knife
Run to the pill’s
That control your life

Moms in the kitchen popping all her pills
Who’s she gonn’a blame for her mental ills
You blame it on your colour
You blame it on your wait
You blame all your shit on the people tat you hate
So you pay a fucking dealer
You pay a fucking shrink
And if no one wants to shag you, then pay a fucking pimp

Surviving the ghetto, “I’m stayin alive, I’m stayin alive, haa ha haaa I’m stayin aliiiiive”
Drive by’s, “street life”, babies with flick knives, black man gets beat, white man walks free,
There ain’t no justice unless you buy it, or live in a bubble and completely deny it,
Gang tags gang bang, just another dead man, had a wife and kids, but he was poor so fuck it,
Sentimental drives me mantle, the harsh fact of life is we all kick the bucket
God can’t save you; the hood enslaves you, trapped for life in a downward spiral
Take it fake it you know you want make it, that boyz from tha hood shits only a story
Love you mother bury your brother, all you friends will end up in bin liners.

Run to the pills, (junkie pills),
Run for your knife,
Run to the pills,
That’ll end your life…

©6/16/2009 Alex Kyriacou