Lyrics:

They called a meeting of the doctors and drug dealers in suits
They're planning on pushing their cure for the truth
We're the Disneyland dope-fiends, it's a small world
When they're praying up to the pills
Generation serotonin: balanced and free
Singing praise to The Molecule

My doctor says, 'Don't worry son, it's just a trial run
You'll feel much better when it's said and done
(I'm gone)
And forget the cost, the market is hot
This took your father and I've got your numbers

Who am I to say? I'm probably drunk
My cure works for me, but I can barely breathe
Well the market research is showing off her new tits
Executives' jaws drop to the floor
'Well, we've finally got the new data and the good news
Is they don't think for themselves anymore'

My doctor says, 'Don't worry son, they'll get ya when they come
But you can hold out forever, but the devil's won'