He doesn't know how to write
He doesn't how to do what he should do
Everything's not right and he's hurting inside
And he's bored with the teacher
And he's bored with himself
He's sitting there wanna do somthin else
And we got them on them damn drugs
Gotta gotta got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
Gotta gotta gotta gotta
Now he's going kinda crazy
No you wanna start killing
Doin' something really naughty
And they know he'll do it
Now he's gonna be a criminal
Now he's gonna be a suicidal
Now he's gonna do something wrong to you
Somebody else to
And we got them on them damn drugs
Gotta gotta got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
Gotta gotta gotta gotta
Little Chris is nine years old
And now they got him on drugs
Really didn't help the problem
Just messed his mind up
He wound up with a gun in his hands
Classroom full of dead bodies
That is part of the, plan part of the plot
When will the madness stop
They don't care
They make money off of everybody that drops
Every time you see doc, every pill you pop
They don't care about us
And we got them on them damn drugs
Gotta gotta got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
And we got them on them damn drugs
Gotta gotta got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
We got them on them drugs
Gotta gotta gotta gotta
Say No
Oh no, 20 million kids on psychiatric drugs