The kids are dying of fentanyl--
she knows the deal.
Marsha know addiction sells so
she pushes pills.
She takes donations from Big Pharma
that could buy Acid Man a home.
I want to make it all known.
The kids are dying of fentanyl
cuz She made a deal.
Cut with fake prescription pills--
you know it's real.
She takes donations from Big Pharma
while we lost Mac and Lil Peep.
She's evil to me.
Mama had a baby and he broke his arm.
She took him to the doctor and she meant no harm.
The doc prescribed percosets for the pain,
but the withdrawal made the little baby boy insane.
And she says "Where's my son, Marsha?
Where's my son, Marsha?"
Baby Boy was fiending and he meant no harm.
He got his refill from a guy at a bar.
That xanax bar was fake and cut with fentanyl.
Baby Boy OD'd and now he's dead from pills.
WHERE’S MY SON, MARSHA?
WHERE’S MY SON, MARSHA?
WHERE’S MY SON, MARSHA?
WHERE’S MY SON?
Fuzzy Austin trio follow up their first album in 20 years, released in Spring 2015, with a stomping new EP of noisy rock & roll. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 26, 2016