I was born tiny and blue, just like a person
I was created by a team of the greatest
Minds at Hoffman la Roche in Switzerland
Who would rather make a dollar than do something about AIDS
My task read "You will help people to sleep.
If someone takes you they'll feel like they've received a gift"
So they packed me up, and all my brothers
And shipped us out to all who needed us.
We ended up on a shelf in a hospital
The warning said mix us and get a sick high
but when we were signed out it was to a lonely soul
who carried a crushed dream of being able to live well
She was torn to pieces, could barely support her son
Poverty was a fact that raised the level
Of the stress and worry that kept her awake.
She begged the doctor to do something about it.
And the doctor said "If it's hard take two"
That's how I ended up standing there in her bathroom cabinet.
They say I'll knock you out
They say I'll put you under
They sell me and swallow me, I am a real killer
Everyone wants me 'cause I am so popular
Nothing's cheaper on the streets than roofies are
Everyone wants to take me. Forget their problems
But I know cause I turn your hearts to stone
But you want me cause I am so popular
Nothing's cheaper on the streets than roofies are.
And the woman had a son, he was sixteen
Even he came with problems, or so said the headteacher.
He only got barks, no friendly talk
He was dumb, he was lazy, it was a constant nag.
And the son was tired, and wished most of all to run away
But the headteacher was strict, and said he had the wrong attitude.
He got low grades, he was noisy and unruly
He smoked in secret, and behaved badly
His crappy self esteem grew into hate
The headteacher slammed his fist on the table and said "Don't come back"
The teacher called home to his mum straight away
And said, among other things, that he was damned furious.
So Mum now needs to eat two of my blue brothers
To make it go away, she stands there, crying and bleeding
In front of the bathroom cabinet, the rohypnol box in hand
She drops it on the floor and that's where the son found it.
The son wakes up early and goes to the loo.
He finds me on the floor and washes me down with water
He stumbles into the kitchen and finds Mum's vodka
He drinks all he can. So damned dense
Spirits and me mixed in the stomach go straight up to the brain
I start to make him feel weak and closed off
He looks at himself in the mirror but his eyes are blank
He tries to understand but has mixed up thoughts
Now it feels like the hate he carries is going to explode
He reasons that everything is his headteacher's fault that he's so damned cursed
Feeling completely lost he picks up a knife
And tries to walk but he stumbles
He trips and falls, sticks the knife in his belly
Mum hears the noise and runs into the kitchen in a daze
She screams loudly enough to be heard in Switzerland
Ironic that it takes so little to destroy yourself.
They say I'll knock you out
They say I'll put you under
They sell me and swallow me, I am a real killer
Everyone wants me 'cause I am so popular
Nothing's cheaper on the streets than roofies are
Everyone wants to take me. Forget their problems
But I know cause I turn your hearts to stone
But you want me cause I am so popular
Nothing's cheaper on the streets than roofies are.
So just forget your problems, I turn your heart to stone
If you want to escape just take, cause I'm the cheapest in town
And I have many long names, I put your crowded land to sleep
So forget all that is good if it's me you want