Tripple shot, grande, latte, make it through the day,
With the cigarette, quick scam, you let,
Zoloft, Valium, and Prozac, fill your pill tray,
Don't let you feel the pain,
It'll take it all away.

I don't eat enough,
When I do it's junk,
I don't sleep enough,
And sometimes it's tough to find the time to write a song for you,
I don't eat enough,
When I do it's junk,
I don't sleep enough,
And sometimes it's tough to find the time to write a song for you...


Select your bribes, offering, win your million from the game,
And we all watch it from our TV's at home,
Chill your mind, shop the net, they'll bring it to your doorstep,
So you don't have to leave the comforts of your home...


I don't eat enough,
When I do it's junk,
I don't sleep enough,
And sometimes it's tough to find the time to write a song for you,
We've all got the sickness, the disease,
Got an extra bruise, so we can be,
The way we want to feel and breathe,
Stimulants and false reality....