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