Summer of Drugs Lyrics by Victoria Williams as heard by Jason Burton Sister got bit by a copperhead snake In the woods behind the house Nobody was home so I grabbed her foot And sucked that poison out Sister got better in a month or so When the swelling it went down I'd started off my teenage years With the poison in my mouth Ohh we were too young to be hippies Missed out on the love Learned from teens in the late 70's In the summer of the drugs Mommas and daddy could never understand Their lives were never dull Their idea of a rollicking time was a kitchen taffy pull Acid grass downs and speed Junk those days were made of How could they suspect those kids Were monsters beneath their make-up Ohh they were too young.... To boys and girls in every town The sandman spread his sand around Now we are all just waking up From a summer of drugs Mommas and daddies too shy to talk about those birds and bees In the integrated schools had stopped the facts of life movies Girls and boys went away came back empty after weekends Talk on telephones consisted of hushed voices speaking Oh they were too young It was too much Too thin Oh yeah yeah yeah
Pearl jam did it,but it's Vicky's song. From Victoria Williams and the loose band This moment in Toronto Crazy Mary She lived on the curve in the road in an old tar paper shack. On the south side of the town on the wrong side of the tracks. Sometimes on the way into town we'd say, "Mama can we stop and give her a ride?" Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side. Wild eyed crazy Mary. Down a long dirt road past the Parson's place. That old blue car we used to race. Little country store with a sign tacked to the side. Said 'NO LOITERING ALLOWED.' Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd. Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a... A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around. One night thunder cracked. Mercy backed outside her windowsill. Dreamed I was flying high above the trees over the hills. Looked down into the house of Mary. Terrible thoughts. Newspaper covered walls. And Mary rising up above it all. Oh... Oh... Oh... Next morning on the way into town saw some skid marks and followed them around. Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary. That what you fear the most could meet you halfway. (x2) Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a... Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around. Oh, pass it a... Pass it arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a... Oh yeah.
