Pills for Fears | versione finale

In one bedside table
Behind the locked doors
Are pills from a fable
No sane person knows

A way that ain't flaky?
That gets pills to me?
My hands are too shaky
To maintain the key

I wish I could freely
Have same pills to take
To beat my fears, really
To no longer ache

"The pills are alluring
That we plainly see"
Chant patients, assuring
Yet noone gets free