| Every morning while the world is waking
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| I’m still up and shaking
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| Holy god it’s a new day
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| Another chapter and a new affliction filled with fraud and fiction
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| The conviction death for sure
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| I feel sick catch my breath, and its gone
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| This is it this is death just hold on
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| Then everything’s fine
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| The panic it passes
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| And I feel a little crazy I was so afraid
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| I die for some foolish reason and I don’t know why
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| But I do know it sounds corky and queer
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| And I know that it’s hard to relate to my fear
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| You think go get some air get a drink and a spine
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| And get out of your mind
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| Ohhhhh
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| I’ve lived my life like this for god know how long
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| Some things always wrong
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| The song goes on and on and on
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| Cause if you can catch it than I’m sure I’ve caught it
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| Or at least I’ve thought it
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| Aids got it cancer got it TB got is bird flu got it sars not got it
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| But I’ll get it yet
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| Give me pills give me blood give me bed
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| Nothing helps all this shit in my head
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| Then everything’s fine
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| Birds sing in blue skies
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| And everyone’s happy everybody’s at peace
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| But me, I’m locked in a closet surfing web MD
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| And I know its all nuts; |
| I know that it’s true
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| I ask myself what’s the matter with you
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| Go get yourself help, get a shrink you’ll be fine
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| And get out of your never mind
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| Stop and look at yourself
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| What are you doing? |
| did you? |
| Never mind
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| This talking to yourself like this
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| This pills
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| This problem
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| This pity
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| Somebody please
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| Get me out mind
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| I want to look to the future
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| Wanna go buy a calendar I’ll actually use
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| Then how, wanna plan a vacation for six months from now
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| Wanna go and subscribe to a good magazine
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| Plant a garden and thrive and exit the scene
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| Wanna find me a guy who will never ask why
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| I hold him so tightly with every goodbye
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| And then I’ll be so happy I just might die |