Little Yellow Pill
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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