Pills
Elvis Costello Lyrics


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They talked to the sister, the father and the mother
With a microphone in one hand and a chequebook in the other
And the camera noses in to the tears on her face
The tears on her face
The tears on her face
You can put them back together with your paper and paste
But you can't put them back together, you can't put them back together
What would you say, what would you do?
Children and animals two-by-two
Give me the needle, give me the rope
We're going to melt them down for pills and soap

Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire
Out of the frying pan into the fire
The king is in the counting house, some folk have all the luck
And all we get is pictures of Lord and Lady Muck
They come from lovely people with a hardline in hypocrisy
There are ashtrays of emotion for the fag ends of the aristocracy

What would you say, what would you do?
Children and animals two-by-two
Give me the needle, give me the rope
We're going to melt them down for pills and soap

Give me the needle, give me the rope

The sugar-coated pill is getting bitterer still
You think your country needs you but you know it never will
So pack up your troubles in a stolen handbag
Don't dilly-dally boys, rally round the flag
Give us your daily bread in individual slices
And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis

What would you say, what would you do?
Children and animals two-by-two
Give me the needle, give me the rope
We're going to melt them down for pills and soap

Give me the needle, give me the rope




We're going to melt them down
For pills and soap

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Elvis Costello's song Pills are commentary on the nature of celebrity and media obsession, and how the media feeds upon the lives of the famous while simultaneously destroying them. The first stanza describes the media's vulture-like behavior, pushing microphones and chequebooks into the faces of people who are grieving or going through difficult situations, all in the pursuit of a juicy story. The lines “You can put them back together with your paper and paste / But you can't put them back together / You can't put them back together” highlight the contradictory nature of the media, as they attempt to "fix" the lives of their subjects while simultaneously destroying them by exposing their flaws and vulnerabilities to the world.


As the song progresses, the tone becomes increasingly darker and dystopian. The repeated refrain of "Give me the needle, give me the rope / We're going to melt them down for pills and soap" is a commentary on how society values productivity and efficiency above all else, even if that means destroying things of value (in this case, people and animals) to create products that will make life easier or more comfortable. The final lines “Give us your daily bread in individual slices / And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis” speak to the idea that society is content to receive small scraps of comfort in exchange for ignoring larger issues and problems on a grander scale.


Overall, the song is a scathing critique of how the media and society as a whole perpetuate a cycle of obsession with appearances, fame, and material comfort, while ignoring the human cost of such a lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

They talked to the sister, the father and the mother
They interviewed each member of the family


With a microphone in one hand and a chequebook in the other
The reporters were ready to record their stories and pay them for it


And the camera noses in to the tears on her face
The camera zooms in on her while she cries


The tears on her face
Her way of expressing sadness


The tears on her face
Her emotional pain


You can put them back together with your paper and paste
You can try to fix the situation with money


But you can't put them back together
But the damage is irreversible


What would you say?
What would you do in this scenario?


What would you do?
How would you solve this problem?


Children and animals two by two
An image of life's innocence and purity being matched and destroyed


Give me the needle
Give me the tool to inject


Give me the rope
Give me the tool for hanging


We're going to melt them down for pills and soap
The bodies are going to be destroyed and used in medical supplies


Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire
Use any method necessary to get what you want


Out of the frying pan into the fire
Going from one bad situation to another worse one


The king is in the counting house
The rich keep getting richer


Some folk have all the luck
Some are just born with privilege and opportunity


And all we get are pictures of lord and lady muck
The rest of us only get to see their lavish lifestyles


They come from lovely people with a hard line in hypocrisy
Those in power act like they care, but their actions are inconsistent with their words


There are ashtrays of emotion for the fag ends of the aristocracy
The privileged can use and discard their emotions like cigarette butts


The sugar coated pill is getting bitterer still
Promises and false hope are becoming harder to believe in


You think your country needs you but you know it never will
The government doesn't really care about its people


So pack up your troubles in a stolen handbag
Take your problems and find a way to escape


Don't dilly dally boys rally round the flag
Act quickly and follow the leader


Give us your daily bread in individual slices
Give us the bare minimum to survive


And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis
The media can help alleviate public panic by providing a distraction




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ELVIS COSTELLO

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