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Pills
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Pills was released on May 2, 2000 by Astralwerks as a part of the album Xtrmntr
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AlbumXtrmntr
Release DateMay 2, 2000
LabelAstralwerks
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM110

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Innes
Andrew Innes
Guitar
Bobby Gillespie
Bobby Gillespie
Vocals
Martin Duffy
Martin Duffy
Keyboards
Darrin Mooney
Darrin Mooney
Drums
Jim Hunt
Jim Hunt
Saxophone
Duncan Mackay
Duncan Mackay
Trumpet
Mani
Mani
Bass Guitar
Robert Young
Robert Young
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Innes
Andrew Innes
Songwriter
Bobby Gillespie
Bobby Gillespie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Primal Scream
Primal Scream
Producer
Dan the Automator
Dan the Automator
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I'm gonna tell the truth, the truth about you
Truth about you, you never been true
You ain't nothin', ain't got nothing to say
Shine a light on you, you fade away, fade away
I'm gonna tell the truth, the truth about you
Truth about you, you never been true
You ain't nothin, ain't got nothing to say
Shine a light on you, you fade away, fade away
I'm gonna tell the truth, the truth about you (woke up, still drunk)
Truth about you, you never been true (throwin' up, pissin' blood)
You ain't nothin', ain't got nothing to say (sick guts, sore skin)
Shine a light on you, you fade away, fade away (burned out, holed in)
I'm gonna tell the truth, the truth about you (can't move, can't speak)
Truth about you, you never been true (cracked head, can't sleep)
You ain't nothin', ain't got nothing to say (ripped up, ripped off)
Shine a light on you, you fade away, fade away (can't crawl, can't walk)
I'm gonna tell the truth, the truth about you (jet plane, blasts off)
Truth about you, you never been true (jet plane, dive bombs)
You ain't nothin', you got nothing to say (bad seed, Goden spleen)
Shine a light on you, you fade away, fade away (bad blood, dead dreams)
I'm gonna tell the truth, the truth about you (sick blood, holed skin)
Truth about you, you never been true (cracked guts, sore speak)
You ain't nothin', ain't got nothing to say (burned head, drunk sleep)
Shine a light on you, you fade away, fade away (can't walk, can't see)
Burned out, holed in
Sick guts, sore skin
Throwin' up, pissin' blood
Woke up, still drunk
Ripped up, ripped off
Can't crawl, can't walk
Jet plane, blasts off
Jet plane, dive bombs
Bad seed, golden spleen (another cash in)
Bad blood, dead dreams (you're such a narcoleptic)
Dead dreams, dead dreams (such a scenic syphilitic, psycho-parastic)
Sub-mosquito, sick-libido
Fucked up, you're a sick
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, fuck, fuck, sick, fuck, fuck
Sick, fuck, fuck, sick, fuck, fuck
Sick, fuck, fuck, sick, fuck, fuck
Sick, fuck, fuck, sick, fuck, fuck
Sick, fuck, fuck
Written by: Andrew Innes, Bobby Gillespie
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