Chase this liquor down with perseverance
One shot, two shots… one shot, two shots
And three more reasons to just give up


There's panic
Cover your heart and hit the deck
Static, I can hear your voice fade with every breath

My body's half empty
My body's half full with emptiness

So get me to the doctor, and get me to a stethoscope
Lay me on a hospital bed
With my head on this paper pillowcase
It seems like everybody's got a paper pillowcase
We're almost see-through, we all can form
We mold to whatever shape our master's hand is
So keep him comfortable, keep him warm
Be careful not to rip
Be careful not to rip

One shot, two shots… one shot, two shots
And three more reasons see this through

Interpretations, subjectiveness is key
Circulation keeping the pulse in my body

My body's half empty
My body's half full with emptiness

Get me to the doctor, get me to a stethoscope
Heart's still thumping, it's been pumping
Pumping this gunpowder through my veins
I got sunflowers in my brain

Get me to the doctor
Get me to a stethoscope
Heart's still thumping, it's been pumping
Pumping this gunpowder through my veins
I got sunflowers

Get me to a doctor, get me to a stethoscope
Get me to a doctor, get me to a stethoscope
Get me to a doctor

Doctor, can you help me out?
Doctor, doctor, can you help me out?
Doctor, doctor, can you help me out?
We're letting the rain wash away the dust off the butterfly's wings

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