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 it's 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 'bout 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