Atmosphere - The Pill (Sad Clown Bad Dub II) lyrics

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 par-ty
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