On the pharmacist's drawers
locked drawers
there lies my chemicals
that once again,
saved my life,
saved my rotting brain
of collapsing in vain
Oh, but what a cost!
And me, ain't got no more
money to pay, money to say,
I'l have them all,
I'll need them all
I NEED them all.
yeah, a lab rat, an walking
experiment, I am,
but I really do think
it's worth the price,
worth the risk
worth to be
living through
chemistry.
Well, I'll have to ask
for a loan this time,
because I was careless
and stupid enough
to spend more than I
should, on things
I didn't really need,
but my, they're so neat,
I had to have it all,
and there it goes,
more dough than I
should've spent.
So please, send me
money, send me wealth,
send me a fucking raise
but no, oh no,
your work permit
states the same shitty pay,
and now, what a shame,
I'll need a loan, from my
maternal bank, because
even though she's also
on a strain, she's my
saviour, my grace,
in times like these,
what a shame.
it's so fucking lame.
but I need them chemicals,
I do, to keep the raging bull
inside of me in check,
the imbecilic thoughts
of an early death,
away from me,
away from me.
no shoes, no shirt,
no dice.
I'll need to get some
off our beloved
government, if
possible, because I just
can't handle these
expenses all by myself,
I don't want to owe my
maternal bank no more,
than I already do, oh no.
Chemicals, chemicals,
it's all too much,
but I DO need them all
in order to remain
here,
remain
sane,
remain
lame
- if you will -
Oh yes I do, but oh no
I don't have enough, no.
If only my Master
saw what I really needed,
but no, he does not.
He's getting married(!)
Yeah, what a surprise.
another one bites the dust,
another one will leave,
and be friends no more,
but...we already were
friends no more,
what a shame,
once I signed for this
I'm owned by him,
he makes the rules,
not I. Well, he pays
for my doctor, at least
there's that, because
without Dr Robert,
I'd have died already,
or even worse,
got fired,
from this place
that pays me less
than I'd like to, yes,
but I need this gig,
I need this thing,
we all call work,
even though
it's way more different
than what I had in mind,
once I signed the contract,
I was doomed, restrained,
in chains, I am,
because I don't have
nowhere else to go,
nothing else to do,
but be this thing,
nothing.
Chemicals, saved me
once again, all over
again....and now,
now I must pay,
nothing's for free
nothing is free
payday, miles away
oh no, what a shame.
to not be able to pay
not be able to relay
on myself alone,
but I've got a disease,
yes, a disease,
just like the Master,
just like my sisters
even though different
we rely on chemicals
chemicals we take
everyday
I don't mind, no,
I don't mind.
But I wish, how I wish,
these chemicals I take
would make me feel
able again, to do,
what i could do,
ten years ago,
I do.
