"Rabbit" as written by Gerald Marks and Milton H Pascal....
cow-girl with the indians its kicking in so bad
every month the same old war but last time it went mad
thought that i would die so i called up my doctor g
he said just come over ill prescribe u what u need

cow-girl riding into town on a sick and unfair horse
nature is injustice and it carries no remorse
bodies works in ugly ways dont let it keep u bound
claim your drugs and raise ur glass and ride it into town

at the doctors office i sat down and he was cool
said hed give me years supply cus i looked like no fool
i said thanks and walked out with prescription in my hand
years supply my ass i thought next weekend would be grand

crushing up those pills and some hot water in a glass
mix it well and set to cool while resting on my ass
filter out the good stuff trash the paracets away
pour in cup and sprite it up and make my happy day


this way ill be sippin cus i like it when its slow
leaning back no worries and i let my belly show
nothin that can bother me as long as i keep pink
what was pills to kick the pain is just me and my drink

i be bleeding like abortion when the indians kick in
but to fight their cruel attacks i be better off with gin
or whatever left of booze in fridge and ibux on the side
my pinker pills prescribed__ill save for me & my bride

pain leaving the body greatest high there ever is
she dont need your sympathies and she dont need ur kiss
all she needs to feel ok is in our cup right here
while blood flows down our legs we will raise our cups and cheer

crushing up those pills and some hot water in a glass
mix it well and set to cool while resting on her ass
filter out the good stuff trash the paracets away
pour in cup and sprite it up and make her happy day

this way we ll be sippin cus we like it when its slow
leaning back no worries and we let our bellies show
nothin that can bother us as long as we keep pink
what was pills to kick the pain is just us and our drink

i be bleeding like abortion when the indians kick in
but to fight their cruel attacks i be better off with gin
or whatever left of booze in fridge and ibux on the side
my pinker pills prescribed__ill save for that codeine ride


Lyrics submitted by fendie

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