| Lyrics: | Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand
Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a
better friend
One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song
I know I must
investigate
I hope that I can sing along
There is no time for metaphors cried the
little pill to me
He said, "Life is a placebo masquerading as a simile"
I knew that pill
was lying
Toogregarious, too nice
But as he walked I had to sing this twice
Lie
still, little bottle
Don't twist, it ain't twistin' time
With every move you make you just
disintegrate my ever-troubled mind
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