Sunday, May 7, 2017

Speed Kills




By Canned Heat


I wanna tell you all a story
About this chick I know
They call her "Amphetamine Annie"
She's always shoveling snow
I sat her down and told her
I told her crystal clear
"I don't mind you getting high
But there's one thing you should fear"
"Your mind might think its flying, baby
On those little pills
But you ought to know it's dying, 'cause
Speed kills"

But Annie kept on speeding
Her health was getting poor
She saw things in the window
She heard things at the door
Her mind was like a grinding mill
Her lips were cracked and sore
Her skin was turning yellow
I just couldn't take it no more
She thought her mind was flying
On those little pills 
She didn't know it was going down fast, 'cause
Speed kills

Well I sat her down and told her
I told her one more time
"The whole wide human race has taken
Far too much methedrine"
She said I don't care what a Limey says
I've got to get it on
I'm not here to just see no man
Who come from across the pond
She wouldn't heed my warning
Lord, she wouldn't hear what I said
Now she's in the graveyard, and she's
Awfully dead


SONGWRITERS: ADOLFO DE LA PARRA, ALAN WILSON, HENRY VESTINE, ROBERT JR. HITE, SAMUEL LAWRENCE TAYLOR


Canned Heat (L-R Fito de la Parra, Bob Hite, Alan Wilson, Larry Taylor, And Henry Vestine)

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