Short Song

Don't hate the doctor hate the pills
He goes to work and pays the bills
He strikes the scrip pad with the pen
He sells me inner peace again and again
I hate the players
And the game
Different poisons
Still kill you all the same

I'd wrap my head around a tree
Before you steal it from me
1,2,3

Tell your little friends
Down in Joshua Tree
That wearing turquoise rings
Won't make you free
Neither does a motorbike
Or growing hair long
Cocaine's alright
But that's a short song