Smokes aint working
Never been into alchohol
White cross and coffee
No longer do it at all
Im not a high class sipper
So keep your fancy bottle of wine
I need a potent priscription
Of something to keep me in line
Call your dealer
Tell her Im working overtime
And if she could deliver
That would work out mighty fine
Its a long way to Denver
And I refuse to be left behind
Gotta kick it in high gear
Or else Im gonna lose my mind
Dont you mother me
I can handle my misery
And dont you tell me
Youve been in this spot before
I dont want your sympathy
Just line me something nice and sweet
Give me some candy
From Launas medicine jar
The pistons are pumping
The wheel is spinning round and round
Im a fool for the speeding
I just dont like the feel of coming down
Got my wings to the side
Im flying past the speed of sound
And this pilot can fly
Without even leaving the ground