A Spoonful of Sugar

Picture cartoons, Sunday morning papers,

the scratched lines of Garfield, and high notes

of Mary Poppins. So if I told you

it was all a line? Corruption from birth.

Now you’ve grown up to face the truth.

 

They say a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine

down, down, down.

They say a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine

down, doctor-prescribed.

I say there’s not a thing in this world

sweet enough to make it easier,

sweet enough to make it better.

 

There’s just

the knives in your throat and the stitches in your heart,

the blood on your hands and the drugs on your tongue.

 

They say a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine

down, down, down.

They say a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine

down, doctor-prescribed.

(The knives in your throat and the stitches in your heart.)

They say, no, hun, no, no, no.

Take your medicine, a spoonful of sugar helps it down.

Look, we’ll even make it sweeter,

make it prettypretty pink and big enough to love.

(The blood on your hands and the drugs on your tongue.)

 

I say, must I tell you not to sweeten the bitter?

Don’t sugarcoat the sour.

What are you trying for,

a catastrophe, a disastrophe?

I told you, it was corruption from birth.

Is the truth too much for you, grown up?

 

They say a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine

down, down, down.

They say a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine

down, doctor-prescribed.

I say there’s not a thing in this world

sweet enough to make it easier,

sweet enough to make it better.

There’s just

the knives in your throat and the stitches in your heart,

the blood on your hands and the drugs on your tongue.

We all benefit from it, except those who end up dead from it.

 

Don’t get high, just gonna die.

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