I've been pouring medicinenOut the bottles in my apartmentnLie still, little metal pillnFriend who makes me kill my relationshipsnnThe pretty lady talked to menHere, this will help you to see through the wool you wearnSo she took my hand and, in my eyes,nShe looked and she sighed: Two to kill your caresnnThe lights are dimming softlynMaybe half a coffee nownThe whitecoat politiciansnOnly want to bring you downnnLiving in the psych wingnIt's the damndest thing if your head's on straightnDoctor, why'd you have to shock her?nDid you even try to talk her into coming home from midnight Haight?nnThe lights are dimming softlynMaybe half a coffee nownThe whitecoat politiciansnOnly want to bring you downnnHey!nBut if you want to make me happynYou could let me take you homenThe night is beckoning sonWhy don't you call me on the phone?nYeah, call me on the phonen