A Cure for all the Shootings

I’m sick of all these shootings
That happen everyday
By some prescription junky
Treating anxiety
Zombied up on Prozac
Locked up in his room
Playing 50 hours
Of a game called DOOM
What would you expect
From this sick concoction
Of Adderall and Sarafem
And other toxic toxins
Purchased at the pharmacy
With a can of coke
To call this madness therapy
Is really just a joke
Instead of banning guns
Let’s shut down all the mills
That manufacture poison
And shove it into pills
Let’s manufacture hugs
A million for each kid
And tell them funny stories
Just like grandma did