Hey sir, man of health
Won't you give me a dime so I can kill myself
Very slowly, but it feel so good
Hey sir, man himself
Won't you shoot me up, with the deadly stuff
You're the only one I can get it from

PRECHORUS:
From the palm of my hand
Come and join this clan
With this society, we can bring the sick to health
And protect them from their worst enemy
Who is none other than himself.

CHORUS:
We don't give a fuck now
We're gonna rebel now
We're gonna sell now
Anti-Drug Society

You try it once, you try it twice, you try it three times
You roll the dice
You move up, your life span is cut
The depressed writer writes his sorrow
About two filters mixed in bed
When the paper was done
He put a gun to his head

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