[Verse 1]

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 don't let it keep u bound

Claim your drugs and raise your glass and ride it into town

At the doctor's office i sat down and he was cool

Said he'd give me years supply cause 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

[Chorus]

This way I'll be sippin' causei 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, I'll save for me & my bride

I'll save for me & my bride

[Verse 2]

Pain leaving the body greatest high there ever is

She don't need your sympathies and she don't need your 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

[Chorus]

This way we I'll be sippin' cause we like it when it's slow

Leaning back no worries and we let our bellies show

Nothing 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, I'll save for that codeine ride