Vicodin, you’ve been pure sweet bliss to me,
But now it’s time for you to let me be.
I’m better now and feeling a somewhat strong,
Leave me now, oh won’t you please be gone.

You took the pain and dulled it down a bit,
For this I thank you from the bottom of my pit.
But now it’s time for me to go it alone,
The pain still here in my awful cracked rib bones.

The crash it’s been about a week or so,
And pain will be here longer before is goes,
But I’m tired and edgy and feeling a bit the junky,
I’ll endure the pain and move a little clunky.

My sights they’re set out somewhere on the road,
A clear head and heart I need to bare the load,
My legs they want to turn the pedals again,
Vicodin, you’re a vice for weaker men.

Vicodin, you’ve been pure sweet bliss to me,
But now it’s time for you to let me be.
I’m better now and feeling a somewhat strong,
Leave me now, oh won’t you please be gone.


To the Tune of San Quentin by the Man (In Black)