Bottles lined up on my shelf
They make me analyze myself
One red pill, I hope to pop
Goes to my liver so it won't stop
A little yellow one that I take
Goes to my legs so they don't shake
The blue ones that I used a lot
Tell me that I'm happy when I'm not
The orange one goes to my brain
To make me think I have no pain
The green ones, the smallest of them all
Go to my blood, so I don't fall
The white ones so bright
Stop my stomach cramps in the night
Medication. Medication. Medication.
C