Sugar Coated Pill Songtext
von Hugh Coltman

In this town, gotta work so hard
Put breakfast on the table and gas in the car
She′s working at the food mart till after two
The kids watch too much TV, but what you gonna do?
And the guy on his phone, he talks so loud
It's an oratory man, he ain′t proud
His mortgage payments tripled and subprimes
He's always been in a job, but now that don't mean shit

Well, the sugar-coated pill, sugar-coated pill
Take one every morning to cure your ills
Well, a sugar-coated pill, sugar-coated pill
The sugar don′t get you them the pill sure will


Well, the waitress calls you sweetheart and asks you where you′re from
Her voice is surrender, her smile is worn
For his playing football, she says he's pretty good
And if he keeps it up, he can afford to stay in school
Meanwhile, the great will kill dead way up on the mound
Got all of your best interests in their bank account
It′s music to your ears when they say they've got your back
Just don′t outstay your welcome or have a heart attack

Well, the sugar-coated pill, sugar-coated pill
Take one every morning to cure your ills
Well, the sugar-coated pill, sugar-coated pill
The sugar don't get you them the pill sure will

Well, God is the glory, the power and the grace
He′s got all the best lawyers and he eats from golden plates
He'll tell you work is sacred, put a flag upon your pole
Then he'll sell you air and water for the price of your vote

Sugar-coated pill, sugar-coated pill
Take one every morning to cure your ills
Well, the sugar-coated pill, sugar-coated pill
The sugar don′t get you them the pill sure will