Serotonin Rag

Here doctor, here we all are, 

the lonely hearts of Blighty.

Hunched up in your waiting rooms.

Confused, broken and flighty.

 

I scream, 

you scream.

We all scream

for Dopamine!

 

Big Pharma they are all shouting, 

that we haven’t got enough.

They’ll dishing out chemical kisses,

and these tablets are the love.

 

I scream,

you scream.

We all scream, 

for Fluoxetine! 

 

We are living in a chrysalis, 

fluttering to escape.

Pushing out to touch the world.

Bent and all out of shape.

 

I scream,

you scream.

We all scream,

for Sertraline! 

 

Hit us up with something else.

These pills don’t cut the mustard.

Tout suite, it’s too sweet.

Swimming lengths in custard. 

 

I scream,

you scream.

We all scream,

for Paroxetine! 

 

Hello doctor, it’s us again.

We cannot seem to weep.

We look in the mirror and poke cellophane.

We are tired of counting sheep. 

 

I scream,

you scream.

We’re all lost 

to Quetiapine.