Adderol Song

C5 A5 mrs. greer, your son acts up in class F5 he asks the questions that your not supposed to ask G5 mr. greer it?s pretty plain to see C5 your son has got ADHD and the doctors say he needs G5 C 30 milligrams of amphetamines (go!) C when i turned eight years old Am they put me on the pills F one to focus me at school G help me follow all the rules C5 and one to keep my tears away Am*] because little boys should never cry F one help me through my day G and one to help me sleep at night Am E and i had so few memories of what it was like before F G that i took those damn pills every day since 1984. Am E now i recognize the system, i see what they?re really for F G i?m not giving you my money, i won?t take them anymore. Am E F5 C i was in the dead-center of the country when i popped my final pill sold the rest of the bottle to some kids from Chicago and turned towards something new and for the first time in my life i felt at peace with who i was i couldn?t wait to share the new world out there with all the people that i loved and i had so few memories of what it was like before that the first week off of the pills i felt like i had been reborn now i recognize the system, i see what they?re really for i?m not giving you my money, i won?t take them anymore. C that?s when i started thinking Am about this society F and how there?s something wrong when a kid so young?s G put on amphetamines C5 at first i blamed my parents Am*] then the doctors then the school F but if you wanna fight back look higher than that G at the filthy frat cat with the big contract F at the puppy-killing lab the results come back G taking science-fiction and calling it fact F then they steal your hope and they sell it back G and if it fucks you up they don?t give a crap F cuz they can still drive home in their Cadillacs G making money off a game where the decks are stacked F and if that?s not enough, well it?s bigger than that G it?s just one of the systems's many attacks C F G on you C F G Am so whatcha gonna do? (spoken word) do i have so few memories of what it was like before that i can write this song, smoke in my lungs and a bottle on the floor? now i recognize the system(s), i see what they?re really for i?m not giving them my money, i won?t buy it anymore. --MiScHiEf BrEw--