Here comes Peter OxyContin Tale,
Hopped up on that funny trail.
You know he is especially prone
To anything that ends in "codone."
He views life as a series of straws,
Bags of weed, needles, and vials.
Sees as much white stuff as Santa Claus;
In bipolar denial.
Life for him bounces from bad to no good,
A blurred barrage of starts and stops,
From robbing homes in the neighborhood
To run ins with cops in pawn shops.
Here comes Peter OxyContin Tale,
Hopped up on that funny trail.
Pretty good at picking locks, he
Just has to score his roxy.
Says, "Soon as I can shake these chills
And this fire in both my eyes,
Gonna find out just how many pills
This small pile of money can buy."
Got himself a new fake MRI,
Found a brand new pain clinic.
Scored himself another month's supply;
Had a private pill picnic.
There lies Peter OxyContin Tale,
Stopped upon that funny trail.
Said he'd get more pills or die trying --
Guess this time he wasn't lying.