When the little things are tearing you apart
They should have warned you
This is how it starts
An answering machine that only speaks the truth
The inclination climb upon the roof
The endless shrink parade
The nights that never cease
And all you want is peace
But all you get is pills
And still they tell you
Psychopharmacology is gonna be your friend
When you can't get out of bed and you're so tired of pretending
Psychopharmacology is gonna save your soul
'Cause God is great and God is good but he's also made of wood
Believe in psychopharmacology