Bending natute to our will
something not right?  
here we got a pill
to chase away your cough
your sneeze
your will
prozac painted plastic smile
go ahead and swim down to the bottom of the bottle
there aint' nothing we can't cure
just ask that model
dressed up as the doc
not one line is rehearsed
it's all real
the disease inside your head
the monster in your bed
the cancer in your heart
the pills might make you **** your pants
or think of suicide more clearly with more conviction
but not to worry we got that covered too
just add another bottled cure to the list
you'll make it out alive
as long as you keep our stocks up high
the American dream dressed up to the nines
the peddler pusher on his leash
made of solid gold
and diamond bottomed shoes
keep' em high on their lows
keep' em coming back
keep' em sick
with that carrot on a stick
there's no profit in the cure
keep bending nature back
no free will
no free pills