Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rabbit, artist - Easter. Album song The Softest Hard, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 19.12.2012
Record label: Easter
Song language: English
Rabbit |
| 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 |