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Artist: Slug
Album:  Sad Clown Bad Dub II
Song:   The Pill (Interlude)
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The pill. Fuck it. Swallow it.

I stopped reading the paper, quit watchin' the news
Don't answer the phone and I'm payin' the dues
I pace my steps to match the speed of my breathing 
Place my bets and keep my feet upon the ceiling
Waiting for the stop sign to turn green
I ain't got time to learn the hardway
I gave candy to the babies, kisses to the ladies 
And charisma to the kids playin' down at the arcade 
In my think straight type advice
Bake the cake and sink your face into the frosting
Take a break from all the aches and strifes
This pain is just another stain on the box springs
Sometimes I sit outside and watch the people walk by 
And try to understand why they don't fly 
And other days I lock myself up in my room 
And let the four corners close in until I'm consumed
There ain't a whole lot of continuity
And all I want is what I already gave up
I give advice that I don't follow 
Cause it's twice as hard to swallow 
When you know precisely what the pill is made of 

Take the pill. Swallow it.