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letra de the script - bailer & retainer (hedge burners)

[dialogue from nightwatch]
can i offer you something?
(excuse me?)
have you ever spent any time with the -zine family?
(what?)
thorazine, stelazine, compazine?
(hahaha, no)
they’re really very nice
they’ll make sing tunes while you watch a baby fall under a train
(hahah, no, thank you. i’m fine, thanks)

[retainer]
i need drugs like necro, sniff speed and pump techno
then head home to den my dome with an endone in bed alone
on a thousand downers, down and drowsy
like eminem’s biggest fan, this is stan
with my missus in a van, fly off a bridge into a dam
it wasn’t in the plan, it isn’t what i am
and i’m a different man, when i sniff a gram, my physician demand
my cabinet’s jammed with temazepam
canisters crammed with [?], d-mn it, man!
that’s just as bad for man as smokin’ a crack gram
sold from afghan, or opiates from kazakhstan
the benzodiazepine fam, why haven’t they banned?
forget aslan in this fantasy land
there’s no lion or witch in your wardrobe
i’m not a spy or a snitch, stop talkin’ in code
you’re delusional, it’s just an illusion, fool
chewin’ your cuticles, spewin’ in cubicles
in a public dunny, become sc-mmy, b-mmin’ money
drug hungry, but you love this country
medicare cuts the cost of my serax
i’m not depressed, i’m relaxed
xanax got my brain washed
gotta get back on track or stay lost
like the kids in neverland, i never met a man
whose used the medication and eluded devastation
a better sensation from meditation, like the buddha
it’s easier said than done for a pinin’ user
a dyin’ loser with no life or future
that’ll jack off a tranny, smash or rob a granny
for the cash to cop a zanny
oh, can it be? the same dude in school, he was captain
played fullback and i never thought it could happen
yeah, it’s ‘tains rappin’

[dialogue from requiem for a dream]
hey ma, you’re on diet pills, ain’t ya?
i told you, i, i, i’m going to a specialist
you, you, you make your croak ’cause it’s speed, ain’t ya?
harry, are you alright? i’m going to a doctor
what does he give you, ma? does he give you pills?
of course he gives me pills, he’s a doctor
what kinda pills does he give you?
how should i know what’s in ’em?

[bailer]
my adopted sister offered me so, so little
but she still spoke like a sailor to mini bailer when she was 3
i remember what she used to say
“i’m off to get me methadone, c-nts, then run away”
“mum, what does she mean?” i guess her mommy for a fiend
on the ropes, on the dope and everythin’ in between
try to read between the lines on self-harm on the artery
or the line openin’ time outside the pharmacy
have you ever noticed those methadone hopelesses
as you come home from the club on methamphetamines focused?
hooray! (hooray!) “daddy, what you do today?”
“son, you know i work at the needle exchange”
what? an evil display the way the doctors prescribe
an array of medications for the big bat outside
anti-depressants, don’t answer the questions
about what’s in your essence, got any suggestions?
serotonin deficient, i keep fiddlin’
need ritalin, [???], d vitamins
keep sprinklin’ these pills like cinnamon
chemicals like silicon in ’em, get ’em
can’t quit ’em, in the park hidden, villain
hit ’em up for the glitter so i can hit up
more trusts than my dealer, for realer
than the scrupulous unsuitable behavior of pharmaceutical traders
supposed dutiful healers
really, they’re stealin’
raise the price of you medication, more than twice that of inflation
with the ability to help nations with aids vaccinations
they need the money for research, here’s the icing:
they spend thrice as much on their advertising
your health and commodity, no oddity
so much wealth and property, there’s no stoppin’ greed!
the doc cops a proper feed every time he pedals
poppers up his oxycottons, “oh, i’ve dropped several”
“aren’t ya glad we hung out?
come back to the clinic when you’re strung out”
“i’m ready to pull a motherfuckin’ gun out”

- bailer retainer hedge burners

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