Amitriptaline city where the girls are so pretty,
And the boys are all macho or gay.
Where day turns to night and all of your sight,
Is grey black or white,
And you dont want to fight,
You feel safe with your life,
Until the next day.
Amitriptaline city where your mouths all sticky,
And your tongues as dry as a bone.
Where your heads a shed, and you want to stay in bed,
At least until the cows come home.
Abd you dont want to talk,
You can barely even walk,
Maybe cos you got no brain?
Amitriptaline city where life is pretty shitty,
Where your ego comes gift wrapped in self pity.
Where your never quite sure if you walked this path before,
Where your memory evades you,
And you hope you aint stir crazy.
When you long to heal the pain,
Seems things remain much the same.
So those prescribed yellow pills
That Doctor says will ease your ills,
Are a government promotion,
Some white collar implemented commotion.
To control and to contain,
All those who suffer in the brain,
Is it more noble to lose some sleep,
Or be counted and herded like solemn black sheep?
My advice to those who want it, listen up and i will tell.
Amitriptaline city, is more like patronising pity.
An ordered prescribed solution, with satan in collusion?
A veritable oppression,
A 24/7 365 day life lesson.
An all consuming, stupor like inducing