I’m sick of all these shootings
That happen everyday
By some prescription junky
Treating anxiety
Zombied up on Prozac
Locked up in his room
Playing 50 hours
Of a game called DOOM
What would you expect
From this sick concoction
Of Adderall and Sarafem
And other toxic toxins
Purchased at the pharmacy
With a can of coke
To call this madness therapy
Is really just a joke
Instead of banning guns
Let’s shut down all the mills
That manufacture poison
And shove it into pills
Let’s manufacture hugs
A million for each kid
And tell them funny stories
Just like grandma did
