Oxycontin
Remember the day
They took the pain away
And turned us all oxymoron's
Visiting our own graves
The walking dead
Zombified
And to think we thought
They gave us back our lives
Trampled by the pills
That they prescribed
Pay the pusher
The greatest price
It'll be alright
When it's hard to swallow
When that ain't enough
Find an uncaring vain
And start shooting up
Who could have known
They'd throw us the longest curve
When the disease turn out to be
What we thought the greatest cure
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