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A little bit of hash ain't no trash

Mother needs that little yellow pill to keep her still

L. S.D it just doesn’t agree

Father works so hard, I find it sad

Purple Heart, not a bad start

Sister’s going to complain, boyfriend didn’t turn up again

Tonight it must be speed, such greed

Mother's going to bed, she’s going to rest her head

I’ll try cocaine, it sends me insane

Father's going to say, well son, how was it today

I’ll smoke some grass, let life pass

My sister has to say, you don’t look too well these days

Well, it looks like it must be Babs

Especially now, I’m sad

Mother’s dying, Father’s crying, Sister’s ill

I think it must be the little yellow pill.

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