Из альбома: God Shuffled His Feet
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?
There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
I've had my lungs checked out with x rays
I've smelled the hospital hallways
Someday i'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday i'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Times when the day is like a play by sartre
When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order -
I gave the doctor my description
I tried to stick to my prescriptions
Someday i'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday i'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and t.s. eliot
Maybe if i could do a play-by-playback
I could change the test results that i will get back
I've watched the summer evenings pass by
I've heard the rattle in my bronchi ...
Someday i'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday i'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and t.s. eliot
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