The sleeping pills don't work, the healing pills don't work I still feel pain with pain pills, now those same pills don't work If I don't get a couple perks, I'm about to go berzerk I swear to god nobody can fix this shit, not even the church Now tell me what good would a pastor do? Except be mad at you, and tell you that you sinned a bunch of times But I've forgiven you You know they won't admit it, and god himself is forbid it But it's probably still just half of all the shit the priest committed Ask me one more time how the fuck I feel I'ma fucking lose my mind Step aside I need the pills Step aside I need the Xannies Step aside I need the Vicodin, and I'll be on my way So I can just get back to my life again You do not give a shit Stop pretending, stop lying 'Cause to you I'm just a check, bitch, just a dollar sign Another vaycay with the kids, hubby couldn't be prouder And all you had to do was ask me how I feel for an hour See, that's the problem with pretentious technicalities You preach insanity, and then expect my weekly salary? So tell me who's the crazy person now, bitch And yet you think you qualified to treat me? Shit