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