Lyrics Cure Is You - The Nude Party

Cure Is You

When I caught that flu back in 1392
You always kept a few remedies on hand to use
A boiled pigeon feather, sweet potato roux
Fat of calf, on half an apple chicken stew
Stick a leech between my eyes
If it dies, don’t act surprised
Cut it up, shoot it up, ooh ooh
The only cure is you
The only cure is you
Help me doctor, I can show you where it hurts
For all the powders and the pills I’m somehow worse
Something’s wrong and I don’t think it’s in my head
I seen the buzzard flying low above my bed
The point has hit the prick
This little world of ours is sick
Cut it up, shoot it up, ooh ohh
The only cure is you
The only cure is you
The only cure is you
The only cure is you