my medicine
the manager's just another brer rabbit
a cool customer, bleeding from his scalp
looks like he's been sipping the elixir too
nobody has their head on straight anymore
and still I come here for my medicine
I'm pretty sure he's been praying to the parasite
the petrol sucking tar-baby god
another malnourished twit at the existential drug-store
seems someone left the door open
and the idiot gas got in
Everyone in here's got a strange walk
like their right leg's about twenty pounds heavier
it's all in their heads
the gas makes them lopsided
maybe it's the excess pimple cream and hair gel
I'm sure if I asked, they'd tell me all's well
but this place stinks like baseboard rat
and the girl in aisle four looks like a vampire I once knew
and the checkout boy's got four-inch claws
then again, it could just be the lighting