My friend hates needles, but he's not chicken Knows all the statistics, and his chance is slim Making up excuses just to buy tin foil And erode all of the meat around his gangly core I know a lot of men in hardcore bands Collectively funding the Colombians Straight-edge guys who turn to weed and beer Now they all got divorced and they all grow beards Not me, I'm a pill man Not me, I'm a pill man Not me, it's a thrill, man Not me, I like my pills, oh Some say it's a simple and a sterile crutch A number on the bottle and three lines of dust Killing brain cells in increments To reel it all in 'til it all makes sense So you like to have a drink knowing you might drown In the Friday's bar where the dead go down Take opoids or your home-spun meth Claim that tripping helps you write the best Not me, I'm a pill man Not me, I'm a pill man Not me, it's a thrill, man Not me, I like Not me, I like Not me, I like my pills Not me, I'm a pill man (the pills, not me) Not me, I'm a pill man (you made your choice now) Not me, I'm a fill man (oh) Hey, whoa Not me (you let me be) Oh, oh Not me (won't deal no more) (Oh) I'm a pill man Not me (the pills, not me) Not me (you made your choice now)