Pill popping, you drink everything   You keep a goldfish in your sink      So this happens   No it doesn't   Yeah this happens   Well, it shouldn't      The smell of fry is in the air   And burning sugar in your hair      So this happens   No it doesn't   Yeah this happens   Well, it shouldn't      Race you to a heart attack   Rip off your vice, make it mine   Wait for it, you wait for it   But you don't like it, you don't like it      So you won't get out of bed   I can go it alone today   It doesn't bug me   No it doesn't   It doesn't bug me   Well it shouldn't      Race you to a heart attack   Rip off your vice, make it mine   Wait for it, you wait for it   But you don't like it, you don't like it      Vena cava   We come   Drained and whining      Vena cava   We come   Gray and hopeful