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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
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM110

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', you got nothin' 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', you got nothin' to say
Shine a light on you, you fade away, fade away
(Woke up, still drunk)
I'm gonna tell you the truth, the truth about you
(Throwin' up, pissin' blood)
Truth about you, you never been true
(Sick guts, sore skin)
You ain't nothin', you got nothin' to say
(Burned out, holed in)
Shine a light on you, you fade away, fade away
(I can't move, I can't speak)
I'm gonna tell you the truth, the truth about you
(Cracked head, can't sleep)
Truth about you, you never been true
(I'm ripped up, I'm ripped off)
You ain't nothin', you got nothin' to say
(Can't crawl, can't walk)
Shine a light on you, you fade away, fade away
(Jet plane blasts off)
I'm gonna tell you the truth, the truth about you
(Jet plane dive bombs)
Truth about you, you never been true
(Bad seed, golden spleen)
You ain't nothin', you got nothin' to say
(Bad blood, bad dreams)
Shine a light on you, you fade away, fade away
(Sick blood, holed skin)
I'm gonna tell you the truth, the truth about you
(Cracked guts, sore speak)
Truth about you, you never been true
(Burned head, drunk sleep)
You ain't nothin', you got nothin' to say
(Can't walk, can't see)
Shine a light on you, you fade away, fade away
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
Say you're out to get me, you'll never catch me
(Bad seed, golden spleen, bad blood, dead dreams)
You say you're narcoleptic, you're paraplegic
(Dead dreams, dead dreams)
Such a scenic syphilitic, psycho-parasitic
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
(Fade away)
(Fade away)
Written by: Andrew Innes, Bobby Gillespie
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