Tickle in my nose, my ears ring
Throat hurts, can't breath too good
No doctor to see me, no medicine to cure me
Now I lay me down to die
Maybe tomorrow the aching and chills will go away
He draws a long drag off his last cigarette
I feel as if I will float now for a moment in time
A kind of physical death we all get to feel
Mine is here inside of my head
Eating away everything good making it all dead
Like cork screws driven through the skin
The tiniest flicker just isn't there
Oh great healers what a fuckin scam
Physicians afraid no dam good any more
Write your prescriptions of death
The cold hits the hands, nose, then legs shaking
Dying is the will of the Gods not from men and women who prescribe
Throat hurts, can't breath too good
No doctor to see me, no medicine to cure me
Now I lay me down to die
Maybe tomorrow the aching and chills will go away
He draws a long drag off his last cigarette
I feel as if I will float now for a moment in time
A kind of physical death we all get to feel
Mine is here inside of my head
Eating away everything good making it all dead
Like cork screws driven through the skin
The tiniest flicker just isn't there
Oh great healers what a fuckin scam
Physicians afraid no dam good any more
Write your prescriptions of death
The cold hits the hands, nose, then legs shaking
Dying is the will of the Gods not from men and women who prescribe
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