Dreamers Disease

Glad Rags

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    So I went to the doctor to see just what's wrong
    I said: I got this aching head man, and I sleep way too long
    Well are ya runnin' a fever, can ya finish your meals?
    And I said: No doc, set me straight and tell me the deal!

    Well listen now son, you've got the dreamers disease
    It'll make you sick sweat and shake, make ya weak in the knees
    It'll turn your outsides in, and your insides out
    Not to mention you'll develop a bad case of the gout

    Well please, good sir, help me ease my mind
    Are there some pills I can take, or someone's shoes I can shine?
    Well easy now, son, you'll have to wait in line
    The corner store opens tomorrow at 'bout a quarter to nine

    Help me, lord, if you please
    I got the dreamer's, I got the dreamer's disease

    Well I ran outta there just as fast I could
    I was feelin' mad at the world, a bit misunderstood
    So I screamed to the heavens shouting: Give me a sign!
    But instead of waiting for an answer I grabbed a bottle of wine

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    I drank until I saw the gates of Sodom
    In hopes that I'd find the answer at the bottles' bottom
    But nothin' at all changed inside of me
    And I knew I was due for another reverie

    Help me, lord, if you please
    I got the dreamers, I got the dreamers disease

    The next mornin' when I awoke from up outta my dream
    About a ten foot tall man and his killin' machine
    He grabbed me by my shirt and put a gun to my head and said
    If you eat those pills son, you'd be better off dead

    Well I didn't care I ran down to the corner store
    The pharmacists said: Here's ten pills, and I said
    Gimme some more!
    I swallowed them all and in the blink of an eye
    I was just like every other ordinary guy

    Help me, lord, if you please
    I got the dreamers, I got the dreamers disease

    First my beard, disappeared
    Then I stopped singin' songs
    And all my crazy little thoughts
    Went back where they belong

    Then the next mornin' I found myself driving a silver sedan
    And everything seemed to be going just according to plan

    I'm on my bended knees
    Help me, lord, if you please
    I got the dreamers
    I got the dreamers disease

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