Medicine for Horses

Hey baby, can I borrow your car

I want to drive into a wall and make us two dimensional

And by the way

I need your credit card

I need to pay a guy to get my pineal gland re-calcified

And years ago on the planes of North America

There weren't no rules bout nothing and you could pay a guy to get his horse to stomp you on the head

Life is hard, and its harder when you like it hard

Or at least when your subconscious seems to like it hard

Go ahead

Break my neck

Take the fluid from my spine

Put it in a mason jar and give it to a child

Tell him to recreate me in a couple of hundred years when we're all dead

Kiss my wife

Tell her I love her

Tell her

She was the only thing that made me stop

Thinking about the planes of North America

The great planes of North America

Go ahead

Break my neck

Take the fluid from my spine

Put it in a mason jar and give it to a child

Give it to a child