went out dancin' late last night
and I saw Mary-Lou
she reached in her pocket, said
I've got somethin' for you
little red pills it was insane
little red pills in my brain
little red pills I can't explain
gotta get more of the pills
gotta get more of the pills
(stop)
we washed 'em down with moonshine
we danced like we're on fire
got the Ford, hit the road
we're still getting higher
(solo = refrain)
(stop)
(pont :)
screaming down the wrong side
of highway twenty four
john law waitin' for me
I put--it--to-the-floor
my machine outran the cops
movin' like a blur
and Mary swallowed all my cum
at a hundred twenty per
little red pills it was insane
little red pills in my brain
little red pills I can't explain
gotta get more of the pills
gotta get more of the pills
gotta get more of the pills
(slow) gotta get more of the pills
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