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[Verse 1]
They could prescribe you any illness you’d like if you define the terms of your ailments
You could sing a pretty malady like a black canary, but a crow don’t know the smell of carbon monoxide
How many years have you been on that couch?
They could’ve quilt’d you in the throws by now
You draw a line in the sand where it ends and you begin
But the tide rolls in, so who knows? Oh well

[Chorus 1]
And a little identity never hurt nobody, but lately you’ve been focusing too much on yourself
So how many milligrams of you are still left in there?
'Cause back in my day we didn’t need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
No, we just drank ourselves to death
God damn it, we liked it

[Verse 2]
Who makes the call?
What’s a symptom, what’s a flaw, can it be both?
Well I suppose that’s an answer
Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity?
'Cause God knows it’s not like it’s cancer
And good news to the purists: they discovered a cure for the symptoms of being alive
It’s a painless procedure with a low rate of failure
But very few patients survive

[Chorus 2]
And a little conformity never hurt nobody, but lately I’ve been worried that you’re losing yourself
So how many milligrams of you are still left in there?
'Cause back in my day we didn’t need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
No, we just bled out in our baths
God damn it, we liked it