A catchy acoustic punk tune about the pharmaceutical industry, and our society as a whole.
Lyrics and music by Evan Greer. Drums - Ben Lucal, Harmony Vocals - Mimi LaValley, Bass - Jory Leanza-Carey.
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I was prescribed Adderall for "ADHD" when I was eight years old. When I finally quit taking the pills, I started to ask some serious questions about the companies that make these drugs and the systems that push them on young people around the world. As with all of my music, I try to use this song to connect with others who have similar experiences in the hopes of building both community and movements for justice and liberation.
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mrs greer your son acts up in class
he asks the questions that you're not supposed to ask
mr. greer, it's pretty plain to see
your son has got adhd
and the doctors say he needs
30 milligrams of amphetamines
(go!)
when i turned eight years old
they put me on the pills
one to focus me at school
help me follow all the rules
and one to keep my tears away
cuz little boys should never cry
one to help me through my day
one to help me sleep at night
and i had so few memories
of what it was like before
that i took those damn pills everyday
since 1994
now i recognize the system
i see what they're really for
i'm not giving you my money
i won't take them anymore
i was in the dead center of the country
when i popped my final pill
i sold the rest of the bottle
to some kids from chicago
then turned toward something new
and for the first time in my life
i felt at peace with who i was
i couldn't wait to share the new world out there
with all the people that i loved
and i had so few memories of what it was like before
the first week i went without them felt like i had been reborn
now i recognize the system i see what they're really for
i'm not giving you my money i won't take them anymore
that's when i got to thinking
about this society
and how there's something wrong
when a kid so young's put on amphetamines
at first i blamed my parents
then the doctors then the schools
but if you wanna fight back
look higher than that
at the filthy frat cat with the big contract
at those puppy killing labs
the results come back
taking science fiction and calling it fact
and if it screws you up they don't give a crap
cuz they can still drive home in their cadillacs
making money off a game where the decks are stacked
and if that's not enough it's bigger than that
that's just one of this system's many attacks on you
so what are we gonna do?
and do i have so few memories of what it was like before
that i can write this song with smoke in my lungs
and a bottle on the floor?
now i recognize those systems
i see what they're really for
i'm not giving you my money
i won't buy it anymore
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