Prozac

I sold my for soul peace, Faust would
You laugh to find me boast thus?
I sold my soul for peace, hey now,
Don't scoff at my relief, restrain
That disbelief, I sold my soul
To the men in white coats, Prozac,
Now my dealer's got the blues, see
I've found a better high, the drug
Dealer blues, I'm sure somewhere
He sighs, dismayed to hear the news,
I've found a better high, they got
Me high on this medicated ride, Prozac,
Better than coke Jack, I sold my soul
To the men in white coats, phDs that
Go back for days, now this is how to
Keep that pain at bay, medicated, yes
For days, there's something about
The taste, something bitter, but it's
Got heaven on its back, and my dealer's
Got this smile man, it's formal, and
You'd think, man this dude is so damn
Normal, but then you'd look into his
Eyes, man, it seems so wrong, but
That dude's got dollar bills for eyes,
And those hands, as cold as ice,
My dealer's one cold fish, he fakes his
Sympathy, but hey, what the hell,
Send the bill, it's better than
Coke Jack, it makes it feel so good,
If he can, then I can, fake smiles,
Fake love, who cares, Prozac, it makes
It feel so good.