Hello Dew, my old friend,
I've come to drink you again.
To the fridge softly creeping,
Stay up all night without sleeping,
And the caffeine that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sounds of Psychopharmacology.

In sleeplessness I'm not alone.
Got munchies worse than being stoned.
"neath the halo of my desk lamp,
I see that green can so cold and damp.
Then my eyes got blurry and I saw spots of
Neon light
Hmm, that don't seem right.
Effects that sound like Psychopharmacology.

And in the contents there I saw
Ten thousand ingredients, maybe more.
There it was, just staring at me,
So much caffeine, hold on, I have to pee.
There's people waiting for stalls, and next in line not wanting to share,
And no one dared
Disturb the trickling sound, of Psychopharmacology.

Fools said I, do you not know?
Drink too much then quit headaches will grow.
Hear my words so I might reach you!
Don't yell at me, I'm trying to teach you.
But no one listened to my words, then someone to me did tell
To go to Hell!
So it is with the sounds, of Psychopharmacology.

And the people bowed and prayed,
To that neon green they made.
And the can printed its warning,
For best results drink it in the morning.
But by afternoon, you will have to be propped up by the subway wall,
Or you will fall.
So frolic in the sounds of Psychopharmacology.